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As dawn began to break over the Kingdom of Dazscor & Aramore, the rain finally trailed off, leaving behind it a landscape splattered with puddles and small rivulets that reflected the growing strength of the sun, giving the whole expanse of the Dazscorian Plains the look of a giant mirror from the air. Though the storm had passed, the conditions on the ground had by no means improved. The hammering rain had turned the grassland into a sucking pool of mud that clung to the hooves of Pegasus Company’s horses, slowing their pace considerably.
It had been two days since they had parted from the advancing column of the Army of the North, and they had barely stopped to rest since then. Though Shenesra Tador had been able to rustle up enough horses so that Princess Theodora and all of her re
