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Firian
Endrian forces, though not many, had arrived in Kiria’s meager camp. At least that’s what Bard had to report. He seemed antsy. Jac must be among the numbers.
Firian peered through a break in the trees. A couple other small Kingdom towns had swelled their numbers too. A little colony of tents barely hid among the full yellow and orange trees of the Gray Forest.
Though firelit guards were stationed around the perimeter, the camp looked woefully tiny considering what it was about to attempt. This was Kiria’s army, barely a few thousand, and yet she planned to fight despite small chance of success. Justice, he could almost hear her say. He couldn’t help but be impressed.
Tanyu are coming, he reminded himself. Sensing the final conflict drawing near, he’d told his Tanyuin allies
