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— Assembly Hall —[/center]

His first thoughts were of his family. Not just Taniel but of Vlora and Olem. Those under his command that relied on him, and he on them. But really there was nothing that could be done at the moment. Wherever he was, he was far away and it was likely that most in the room were in the same situation. He couldn't recall even the last thing he did. There was a war, the Kez were invading and something had happened to his son.

Things were chaotic, with multiple people talking. So he sat quietly, rifle across his lap. At least he had his rifle and some powder charges. Tamas reached out with his senses but couldn't find any other powder in the room. Nobody in the room looked to have anything in common, nothing that he could see. As a last option he resorted to following the lead of the others in the room.

"Field Marshal Tams of the Adran Army. You've already explained who you are and where we are. But [i]why[/i] are we here?"