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As his eyelids drooped more and more frequently over his remaining

eye, he suddenly caught the familiar scent of a fire — which could

mean only one of two things. Either there was a blaze, though he

could see no sign of one. Or someone else had set up camp. Falrith

swallowed hard but urged Silius to trot faster. Perhaps the chance of a

hot meal wasn't as hopeless as he had thought — provided he had

something to offer in exchange. And Falrith surely did.

Falrith dismounted; a false, mischievous smile spread across his face

as he pointed with trembling fingers toward the cooking pot. "A

trade", the raven explained, taking another step toward the strangers.

"A hot meal in exchange for... well, what I can offer you." He tossed

his cloak over his shoulder and tugged at the laces of his shirt, baring

his chest. Falrith tilted his head slightly, seductive grin widening.

                                                            (- excerpt of a planned novel with artworks)