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[color=72C515]"Ey, Guardman?"[/color] he asked, still having trouble with the hume language. [color=72C515]"Me Chatak. Chatak need smart people. People who make building, or metal, those type. You know where?"[/color]

"Chatak need smart people? Me too, buddy. Me too. Just the other day, Perrius decided it would be fun to try and eat grass using a magic spell, so he was ripping out clumps from the captain's front yard, and hoo boy, lemme tell ya, the captain was [i]pissed[/i]. Now there's a whole-ass rule in the book saying, I kid you not, 'Thou shalt not eat grass.' And don't even get me started on Tartary brothers. You find any smart people around here, you let me know, okay? I'll be right here, making sure nobody eats the captain's grass while there's a [i]whole friggin' invasion[/i] on the way..."

So that human wasn't terribly helpful. After asking around for a bit, he managed to find somebody who was able to give him useful direction: "Oh, you mean blacksmiths? Yeah, we got a bunch of those down in the industrial sector, that-a-way. They're really busy at the moment though, since, you know, there's an invasion coming any minute now. I gotta go. Good luck to you, kiddo!"

Shouted commands and endless "Yes sirs!" filled the air as soldiers hustled to prepare the fortress for battle. In the distance, an ominous, unnatural fog filled the sky, a sign of powerful magic that even the weather had to obey.

The Goddess's right-hand mage had the power to control the weather...