Kobold Livestock Knights Exclusive -

They moved in silence, a slow hoofed procession under crooked trees. The livestock were trained for formation: shoulder-to-shoulder in narrow passes, low and patient under rain, quick to pivot when a call rolled across the field. Their armor clinked like distant rain. Rurik rode a buck named Tallow, short-legged and steady as a broken clock, whose eyes were too wise for his size.

The wolves struck suddenly, a rush of motion and sound. The livestock met them with stubborn force: baring tusks, butting with armored flanks, stomping like miniature boulders. Rurik jammed his heels into Tallow’s sides and drove the buck into the teeth of the attack. There was a poetry to it — the livestock’s bulk absorbed and dispersed, while kobold riders quirked away at the edges to prod and poke and lift a poisoned fang away. kobold livestock knights exclusive

A delegation from the city arrived days later—fine-clad humans with papers and promises. They offered an arrangement: exclusive contracts for certain trade routes, prestige, and the right to display the Hollow’s sigil on merchant goods. Hazz scratched his chin and looked at Rurik. The boy tasted the word exclusive and felt both pride and unease. It felt like armor and like a leash at once. They moved in silence, a slow hoofed procession