To a broken kingdom

Liandra saw a village at distance, and decided to scout it herself. The winter wolves were deemed monsters in Luxius, and she was ... lets say less than properly dressed for the occasion. She prowled closer like the huntress she was. The cattle smelled wrong, sick and poorly fed. The entire place stank of manure. It felt very odd.

Liandra decided she would approache one of the houses, and plea for some clothes, but then she saw a gathering of people. A carriage was parked in the middle of the village, and she could see guards collecting taxes. Collecting? more like robbing.

Another man walked to the carriage and dropped his coins inside. "You are short 2 gold coins. Keep that in mind when we next visit" The man scurried back. The next brought forth a teenage girl, as old as Liandra herself. "No money? don't worry, she will have a good life. Queen Liandra is very kind to her girls." The teenage girl started sobbing, and her father dragged her to the cart. He didn't dare comfort her. The guards found it a great joke, and hurried the next man. He didn't have enough, so he was beaten nightly. Despite the armed audience, no one dared do anything.

Queen Liandra. The implications of that guard's words were obvious. Liandra, the she wolf, felt like howling and calling down her wolves on this infamy. But she wanted to learn more, know what else her people had been suffering. She could pretend to be another girl for the castle, all she had to do was steal some peasant clothes. Her pack could rescue her at any moment.