Chapter 1
Ayron rode on the banks of the Great River, staring, puzzled, at the ground. He had been tracking for several hours, yet his quarry had not changed its course of travel.
"Well Raven," he said, patting the black horse's neck, "this is the strangest case I've ever had."
The horse snorted in agreement as the pair continued along the river. There had been continuous horse-thefts in the town of Beruna, and Ayron had taken it upon himself to track down the thief, or thieves, and return the stolen horses.
It will be nice to see Varen once more, I haven't talked to him in years.
His musings were interrupted when Ayron noticed the track began to shift. They started turning in a more north-easterly direction. Toward the marshes. Ayron's eyes sparkled as a grin spread across his face.
"Now we're getting somewhere! Let's go find those horse thieves!"
With that, Ayron slapped his reins and galloped on.