They should have had peaceful moments.
Instead they found themselves hunted.
As they approached a sunken mile marker made from old Ash Seat stone, the night was torn apart by the glow of hunting lanterns. They were not of gilded Ossuary, but pale grey and stiff with serious meaning. They formed a neat arc across the path, blocking it off to reveal an oath captain with a bound speargun bearing the sigil of the old rank line of Ravna.
"By surviving oath-code, you are recalled. Your war-bond with outside seed-line is declared voidable. Step away from the continuity carrier or be taken as leash-bait for the company's compliance."
Ravna stopped walking for a moment. For a brief, painful moment her expression was of someone hearing the slamming of a door in a house she had already torched.
"The spear lowered slightly. "She walks under war-pact."
