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Under Arms
The men spread out in a loose half-circle between Raedrick’s group and their camp site. They numbered a dozen in all. To a man, they wore a ragged mixture of furs and wools that bore heavy grime from an extended time in the wild without cleaning. They all wore their hair long and most had rough beards that had not been trimmed in some time.
And they all brandished weapons: swords, a few axes, and two bows with arrows nocked.
A big, burly man with a protruding gut, salt and pepper hair, and a long bushy beard that reached nearly to his chest stepped forward. His left eye was fused shut by a puckered scar that ran down his forehead, across his left cheek, and to his jaw. He scowled at Raedrick and his companions, and the scar and missing eye gave the scowl a particularly me
