HARBINGER
Dutkne and Wayonn walked down the ramp first, Drey and the others following directly behind them. The buzz of work and machinery did not stop as they reached the bottom of the ramp, their eyes going to where the dark skinned elf female stood a few meters away. They could see nearly two dozen heavily armed men and women like the ones that had come onto the transport, and though their weapons were not pointed directly at them, they were within easy reach for well trained troops. And something told Dutkne these men and women were far more than well trained troops. All of them wore similar uniforms with crimson coloring down the outsides of their arms and legs. Dutkne knew without being told that these were the soldiers that Wayonn had told Devra about. The Durcunusaan. The Wolves of the Blood. The elite force that guarded the Lycavorian Royal family and all those they considered important to them.
