“How does she know that?” said the nearest trapper.
“What do we do?”
“Get on your horses! The horses are our only hope of outrunning them.”
Gregor blinked at the words and looked around to find his men untying their frantic horses from the trees.
“What? No, we need to form a unit.”
The men mounted, still yelling to each other.
“Hurry up. They sound closer.”
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