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The night's mist rose from the land, abating only somewhat the bitter cold. The sun illuminated the fallen snow in a riot of colors, framing the landscape in myriad hues.

It was in these conditions that the Venesoomi contingent, proud and silent, arrived at the rebel base camp. They bore no standard and their weapons were sheathed. The cunning of their leader had been sufficient to get them through treacherous territory without incident.

A voice echoed lackadaisically from within a palanquin at the center of the formation.

[color=00746b]"Rise and shine, sleepy bones! Your ringers are here!"[/color]