After Axe-Wed's adventures in Jehadim the intrepid exile had hoped that she'd found a chance for some easy coin among good people. A little guarding of a caravan as they go to barbarian infested steppes, what could be easier... well, perhaps she hadn't thought that one through.
So now our slayer finds herself in a land where monsters are pets and tribal warfare is life, and wouldn't you know it there is a prophecy... why is there always a prophecy?
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