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Chapter 15

As per the previous report, Wriixer has given us an hour.”

It was the six in the evening, the suns were now setting as an orange glow bathed the stillness of the marshes. Night was coming.

“Half another check, with Brasidas’ discovery. I need to know if we have to retreat.”

Marshal Jennings was only in his early 30s, but some had assumed he was close to fifty. It was an exaggeration to some, but he never took it against them. His brown hair was graying by the side, eyes were sunken due to long nights spent awake on the saddle, while the facial scars caused by an arcane claw from a defiant mage bandit did make it look like he was covere

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