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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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[color=FF4D19]“You can thank the void that you have a use in this world.”[/color] Galiel glared at the young woman, unamused by her petulant angst.

The life she had chosen was harsh and necessary, but it was one she had taken into her hands away from a life of luxury in the capital. Of the hunters he had met before the horde of void met with Uhladein’s walls she had been one of two he knew by reputation alone. And she was the worst of them all–a Midnosian. 

Uhladein had always been significant and independent. It served as the western fortress as part of Edelen, a buffer state between Midnos and Aulrithia. Since Aulrithia’s fall to the void it became even more important as the void swallowed more and more of the imperial heartlands. He had been a young man when that day happened. Any sort of empathy he had for anyone, let alone soulless weapons crafted by dark magicks was null. This wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate the void hunters, but their sacrifice was something that wasn’t forced on them. It was their choice, whoever they were before. Galiel was a [i]pyromancer[/i] and an old one at that. Had he not been he would not have survived his involvement in the war and he wouldn’t be the most important person in the city as it stood.

Without pyromancers the void would have everything. In his view, women like Quinnlash should know their place.

His eyes moved back to the flame as the younger pyromancers took to tending to it. The fire elemental’s crystalline core glowing bright and shooting flame into the sky. Most of his apprentices were young, but they would get over their nerves. He just hoped the next time the void struck at them they would have steel in their resolve instead of mud.

He moved to one of the window arches as he looked across the city. There would be a need of geomancers to repair the damages. He would have to make a request as everything in the stronghold of a city got back to normal.

[color=FF4D19]“I’m sure the Pyromancer-Queen would be disappointed if she heard you talking to me like this.”[/color] He coldly remarked as he looked toward the walls. [color=FF4D19]“I’d be quick to tell her if you choose to keep irritating me. Now, be a good girl, and go downstairs and convene with the others. I’ll have your orders soon.”[/color]

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