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"Would you help me?" the hooded figure frantically asked. She had the voice
of a young woman, frightened and desperate. Her eyes darted about beneath
her hood, as if expecting to be attacked right then and there.
"Why, of course," Frederika replied, dismounting her horse. "What is it you need?" "M-my village..." the woman croaks. "It's... it's under attack." The woman began to cry. "And my children... they... they killed my children. Will you help me?" "Where is your village?" Frederika demanded. Tears making stains down her face, the woman pointed southward down the path, in the direction Frederika was already heading. "Right," Frederika nodded, mounting her horse once again. "You stay run and get as far away as you can. There is another town not far from here and they will tend to your wounds." The woman said nothing in reply, so Frederika kicked her horse and took off at a gallop. Looking back once more, she saw that the woman had vanished. Hopefully she took my advice. The last thing I need is for someone to get in my way However, when Frederika arrived at the village, she saw, not a burning and pillaged town, but a field, nearly empty save for a few frames of huts whihc were barely standing as it were.
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