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Paedyn donned his armor. He wasn’t used to wearing it. Paedyn preferred cloaks or leather armor at worst, so this platemail wasn’t for him. However, he knew there was a well-founded reason for him to protect himself. The dragomen were not to be trifled with. But this was something that needed to happen. The resistance had no laws, but it was time they put a few in place. Attacking each other was unwarranted, especially when the empire still stood. Their attacking efforts should be focused in much better places.
“Tight?” Tynaer asked.
“Very,” Paedyn said.
“Deal with it.”
Paedyn closed his eyes and wished he were on a boat. He wouldn’t have to wear armor if he were on a boat. And the beautiful ocean breeze could run through his hair.
“Paedyn?”
“Hmm?” Paedyn asked.
“Are you ready?”
