They came stealthy, hiding in the shadows of the fortress, as if they themselves were rebels within a rebel camp. Marklus was the first, slipping into Crinte’s room before the last meal had even ended. Next was Legone the Tider, his cool presence quieting the air. Alaireia was last and with her she brought the Trazame.

            “Thank you for coming this evening,” Crinte began as they gathered around the table, waiting expectantly. “You may not all know each other but I find each of you essential to the future of this world. Marklus the Healer is my childhood friend; he saved my life a time ago. Alaireia the Lightfoot has recently escaped from the other side of the Sea with Marklus. Legone the Swift has traveled from the Afrd Mounts wi...

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