Just after dawn, Duke Jiri arose with his retinue and descended the mountain. At the edge of the trail, they met Dragan the huntsman waiting with three of the mounted crossbowmen and two horses with empty saddles, one of which limped from a wound in its flank. “Welcome Dragan, you succeeded with the Bulgars then?” asked Jiri. “Yes, we did my lord. There were only two of them in the end. They were a very dangerous pair but we managed to catch both. We had a little luck with the low sun and their carelessness. Piotr was very unlucky, however. We buried him in the woods back near the bridge” replied Dragan. “Ah, no! That was a brave risk you all took on our behalf, my thanks to you” said Jiri, with regret. After a long pause Dragan continued “We buried the Bulgars in the woods as well and hid the carcass of one of their horses as best we could in the dark. We saved the Bulgars’ clothes and caps as we thought that they might come in handy should we be spotted by another patrol”
News, plans and plots regarding my 18th century Imagi-Nations campaign set in the fictitious nations of Syldavia and Borduria, my variations on a theme of Hergé