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A Call to Arms
Hamish read the words on the vellum three times. The raven had been whipped about in the strong wind coming off Leecaster Bay, making it just in time to stand before him and die, having completed its final task. Hamish had no especial soft place for ravens, but he very much wished that he could've healed the poor little beast that had given his life to deliver this message.
If nothing else, it seemed like a terrible omen. He’d never seen a messenger raven drop dead on delivery.
It was time. Khallum had said it would come, and yet Hamish hadn’t spent near enough time preparing himself for this moment. He’d done more talking than he had in all his life these past days and weeks. Sharing with Ryan the stories of Yanna, of how he’d discovered her, and then, his love for h
