Arric and the Knight Hussar

A mirage against the lavender sky flickers and flits. It draws closer and makes itself known to Arric some hundreds of meters on; a flying craft arrayed in the shape of a clover, four gossamer membranes around a central cradle. The salt of the plains vibrates like dust on a drumhead as the Knight Hussar's craft alights fifty paces from Arric's campfire. Arric stands, brushing salt and sand from…