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— Brennan Forest —[/center]

Indrau put the food into a spare sack hanging from his saddle. Riding away from the town his drew his blade to examine the edge. Flawless as it always was, he would never shake the habit of checking before and after every battle. He turned to Tyeathe, adjusting his posture to rest on his good leg. He had noticed Tiral preparing his wards and was riding slightly away from the rest of the column.

"Of course, and I've promised food so they should already be seeking me out."


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— Brennan —[/center]

Salz stood in the courtyard. Her people were a warlike culture and shoring up the defences of a recent conquest was almost second nature. She examined what they had and the toll that the battle had taken. The town had a formidable gate that has weathered the abuse of battle well. As long as any counter attack had no heavy magic to back it up the gate would hold.

But the defence had depleted the numbers they had to work with. It would be enough to man the walls. Salz grabbed a bundle of spears and headed to the top of the wall near the gate. With her strength she could throw one though a breastplate at a reasonable range. She leaned on the top of wall and studied the treeline.