[Child of the 7th Age]

As the camp exploded with noise and confusion, Imak came awake with a start. Pulling on his boots and breeches, he ran out of his tent and huriied down to the section of the camp where all the commotion seemed to be centered. The simple enclosures where the horses and donkeys had been housed were now broken and empty. The makeshift fence had been knocked over and trampled upon by an endless number of stampeding hooves. There were a few animals milling about the logpile but many more could be seen racing out across the plain. Imak tried to grab onto one of the steeds milling nae his tent but the frightened creature reared back, gave the slaver a kick on the thigh, and then took off in the other direction.

Cursing with pain and frustration, Imak shrieked at his men, "Round up the horses still in camp. Then ride out on the plain and herd the others back in. The slaves will pay for what they have done! As soon as you've gotten the animals together, all mount up and meet on the western edge of camp. I'll be waiting for you. We ride out immediately and slice their throats."

Striding back towards his tent, Imak came to a sudden halt, suddenly remembering the slave children and wondering if any of them had been involved in this mischief. For the second time, he cursed and then whirled around, motioning to three of the men to accompany him as they raced over to check on the pit.