The Nine Hounds of Herfia

Prelude

Roslin shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. Why had she agreed to this? She felt she needed to be constantly reminded, otherwise, she would go all the way back the way she'd come, to her birthplace in Carcarass. And when she reached it she would lie down in the scorching sand and let herself be burnt to a cinder by the heat of the Western star. The reason she was doing this was because of the money. Sweet money, Roslin loved the stuff. She was quite rich now, being one of the most popular Blackcatchers in Atrathra. The wind buffeted her back into the present once more. It was relentless never resting, never giving Roslin and her two companions any reprieve. They were Blackcatchers too, going by the name of Slingerlan and Bestyr. Her code name was Rose. The three of them were currently hunting down the Nine Hounds of Herfia, hounds who were said to roam the North of the Northern continent of Atrathra, Herfia.