The Fel Reaver

I began to run after her, still wondering if I have been a fool to trust her. Turning my head around I saw what was following us, one of the things created by the Breakers, a Fel Reaver.
A short whistle brought me my mount. Saddling it, I started after her at full speed. She were still running afoot. Grabbing her arm I pulled her in the saddle of my ram and pressed on forward.
“Thanks for waking me up back there.”
“No problem. We should make it a little more to the east. There is a camp there where we could get some rest, and let your mount roam free.”
“Good, we do be goin’ there. By the way, they do be callin’ me Nuir.”
“And me Sygn. Where do ya be headin’?”
“To the outpost there, but I did not know how far that was.”
Reaching the outpost, pieces of a Fel Reaver laid scattered around the camp.
“Don’t look so surprised. It looks like they managed to down one of these things. Anyhow let me introduce you to the commander of this outpost.”