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Walking in as if he had been right behind me, his hand slid around my waist, earning some shock expressions. The whisper in my ear started again. I knew what it was and what it meant, but I had questions I needed answers to first. Why serve if you don't believe in the cause? The halfling we saved from the last village knew it was him I was speaking too. My mom was an elf. My father was a soldier for the dark riders, and he forced himself on my mother, and here I stand my choice was, join as a scout or lose my head. Scouts normally just sit somewhere hoping information will fall into their laps, but something changed this morning. we were given instructions to tear apart the town to look for a dragon rider that had been sensed near the area. The dark riders in charge gave us our ord