Sharpie Posted December 15, 2021 Share Posted December 15, 2021 Sarmatia, 76AD, near the border of the Roman province of Pannonia Tiranês' clan and his cousin's tribe had come together, as they did occasionally, to trade and meet with friends and relatives. It meant that Tiranês and Azarion could spend some time together, go riding and hunting together. Today was going to be different from usual, though - they were close to the Romans and Tiranês wanted to see them, to try to understand what all the fuss was about them, and he had persuaded Azarion to join him. Not that it took all that much persuading, Azarion being who he was. Tiranês swept his hair out of his eyes and tended to his horse, Burdukhan, as he waited for Azarion to join him over the brow of the hill from the encampment. "There you are! I thought you weren't coming," he said as his younger cousin drew up to him. @Chevi 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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