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Yesugei · 7/12/2026, 6:56 PM

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He rose at her gesture without hesitation. Old courtesies surviving where most things had not. Dust slipped from his legs as he found his footing, the prairie wind teasing the coarse fur at his shoulders.

Oyun.

The name lingered, unfamiliar. The title did not.

Khatun.

A woman worthy of respect.

His ears tipped forward at her mention of the Altanerkhi. Familiarity from a stranger was uncommon, though she offered no name to accompany her claim, and such the man saw no reason to ask. It was her next question that settled between them. Wanting. Probing.

What purpose did you serve them?

Yesugei was quiet for a time, watching the stallion graze with the careless confidence of a creature that feared little. I was meant to be a warrior, he said at last. I hunted. Fought when called. Guarded those who crossed our lands. His gaze drifted across the plains, jaw tightening.

I held no title worth speaking of.

Only then did he look back to her. I was simply Yesugei. Man of Altanerkhi. The words carried no regret, only the quiet certainty of a life measured by dead rather than names.

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Greetings Stranger!

Endless Plains

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