The Hunt's Harpoon

Don Lao had thought about it for a long time. She'd run as a child, and her friends had been too scared to beaten down to follow her. But in reality, she was still running. In her life, and in her dreams, always seeing the looming shape of the mausoleum,. The dozens of dead ships melted into one another by a conflagration so old not even the architects knew its nature. There weren't many guards on the outskirts, why would there be? The hunt was there, if necessary. He was tempting to just walk through, head held high, brash and angry, burning with the fire of heavenly justice. Tempting, but