Slavers

Taking cover behind some crates slightly out of the way, Lyara watched as three men walked out of the main fortress talking among each other about their next catches. They were large and looked dirty wearing hooded shirts under cheep leather armour with black pants and heavily worn black leather boots.

Apparently they had business with some of the habitants of the fortress, as they were leaving with a porch full of money and a wagon with a few empty cages on board. Lyara recognised the red wyvern’s crest on the side of the wagon, they were notorious for customising slaves for their clients. Lyara had had run ins with these kind of slavers hoping to capture her and claim a bounty from one of the many merchants, noble or anyone wealthy enough to afford the service of those vile people. Who those people were the young warrior had no clue, she had plenty of men and and a reasonable amount of women try to persuade her into their bed to no avail. Lyara was pure and planned to be until she found someone she truly loved.

Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, our heroine needed to find a way past the slavers and into the main fortress.