Slumped over his horse, Taraborn rides through the night into early morning. Riding through Breeland, he searches for Narys at her favourite campsites, hoping to find her there. No luck. Only one had signs of a recent fire but it might not have been hers. So, he continues, heading to the next spot. Not far from that old fire, from his bent over position in the saddle, he manages to see something glinting on the ground, a chance beam of sunlight hitting it.
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