"Halt stranger! You may pass no further. These stones mark the Hallowed Circle, no foreigner shall step within so long as I live!" A brash young warrior of the tribes, with a mane of fiery red hair and a short pointed beard, stared at Tam and his lieutenants with dark eyes, filled with fury. The young warrior was dressed in the traditional quilted armor of the tribes, and his hand rested on the hilt of a curved sickle shaped blade.
"Step aside, boy." Tam gave the young man barely a glance, before spurring his horse onward, right toward the young man. There was a sudden gust of wind, and the young warrior was swept aside, in his place now stood a tall elderly man. The young warrior frowned from behind the elderly man.
