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On the day the first exclusive caravan passed—the wagons heavy with spices and bolts of cloth—Rurik rode at the head, the banner snapping above him. The city lords watched from their cushions, impressed by the lithe choreography of beast and kobold. Merchants marveled at how the livestock knights kept their chargers calm and the cargo safe.

Rurik bowed slightly, the movement half-grin, half-ceremony. He accepted the toy and let Tallow sniff it. The buck snorted softly, as if approving. kobold livestock knights exclusive

“Hold,” Old Hazz murmured. The livestock shifted, breathing in rhythm. Rurik felt the slow cognition of herd and rider braided into one — the beat of the animals beneath him, the tilt of the world. He raised his lantern; its flame held steady like a small, living thing. On the day the first exclusive caravan passed—the