The snow lay quiet across Wrothgar, unbroken save for the steady passage of hooves.
Taarente Stormaen, Grand Overlord, rode at an unhurried pace, her indrik Sable moving with calm assurance.
There were no war horns.
No banners.
No scouts reporting enemy movement.
Only a small rabbit beneath a frost-laden tree.
Taarente reined in.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Sable lowered her head slightly, watching.
The rabbit twitched once, unaware it had become, for reasons unclear, a matter of importance.
Taarente considered it with the same measured calm she might bring to a siege.
“I do not believe this is what they meant by conquest.”
The staff came to hand. Lightning gathered, clean, precise, utterly disproportionate.
The rabbit did not resist.
Later, when the count had reached one hundred, the snow told its own quiet story.
Taarente stood still, looking across the hillside.
“This is not a campaign,” she said at last. “It is an accounting exercise.”
They rode back without ceremony.
No songs marked their return. Only a merchant, polite and unsurprised, accepted the tally.
A small, soft toy rabbit was placed upon the counter.
Taarente regarded it for a moment, then set down the tokens she had earned.
“We came here with purpose once,” she said quietly. “I should like to do so again.”
They left the toy where it lay.
And turned their path toward something that mattered.
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