[b]Southern Coast of Naqah, Niraph[/b]

When the Naqah Healer had floated in, addressing her in his calming voice, Shenda turned her head to look at him. There was so much she wanted to say, yet too few words to use. Although she had tried diligently to learn even more words while she was being treated in the clinic, she found it impossible to learn alot in three days. Still, she tried her best to speak in between sobs and sniffles, "Pain... So much pain... Wish to be free... But cannot... So much pain, more than ever in 2,000 moons. Bound to bed... Hate it..." Her inability to communicate worsened the dreadful feeling of powerlessness, of solitude and isolation. For the first real time in her long life, she felt like an animal. As an intellectual from whose fingers flowed poems and epics read by many, it was unbearable.

Shenda tried to speak more, but coughed instead. Sticky, tar like phlegm flowed down the side of her mouth. Being in a foreign land for the first time in almost a century, it was far too easy for her to contract illnesses.

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For ten minutes, the 5th Naval Legion waited for a response from pirates or Naqah enemies, but there was none, and a melee did not ensue. At this, the Warmaster ordered the half-legion forward, sending out a small vanguard group to scout ahead and singular individuals of scouts as satellites around the main formation as a guard against ambush. Very quickly, a familiar from the vanguard group galloped on his hooves quickly back to the Warmaster, reporting town walls ahead.

They continued marching, until the town walls came within sight. An order to change formation into a pre-emptive siege line was made, and as a disciplined whole, the Daemonrexa obeyed, forming a line with most of the Nephilim at the front, the lines of huge Daemonrexa alternated by the smaller ones. The imposing Nephilim readied their ballistas, while the smaller ones their bows. Swordsmen and spearmen formed up behind them, waiting.

In their new formation, they continued marching until they were just out of bow range before stopping. There, they stood waiting, waiting for a response from the town.