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Firian
Curiosity to see the famed Academy piqued as they got closer. Firian read it in their body language. He was eager to get back too. He had ordered new training barracks to be built, but he’d only seen the plans. The best place for them was the relatively tree-less area behind the bakery, where the festival had been last month, where Old Danior kept his bees.
Firian marched in front now, guiding The Endrians and the prisoners along the path to Tánuil that he knew so well. Although he’d overheard several Kingdom soldiers talking about wanting to see the Academy too, they had all been ordered to sail back home immediately after they docked to let off Firian and the rest.
The Academy rose before them, a sheer face of dark rock in the fading light. A smile played on his lips as he
