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"Make sure the food is sent directly to the infirmary," I instructed one of our messengers. Sapphire swayed from side to side on my shoulder.
The man nodded and then disappeared with the bag bursting with fresh bread. We didn't have many injured, but there were enough people that they needed caring for.
I turned away and started thinking of my next task. Making sure things got to the places they needed to go was simply one of the many things that made up the daily grind of the camp, and I made it my mission to see to as many of them as I could. At least that way, I knew what was happening with who.
"Apples," an old woman's voice called. "Free apples."
I perked up. I loved apples, and it had been a long while since I'd had one. We had plenty of food in the camp thanks to the generos
