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Firian
Firian crawled on his elbows to see over the ridge. Rocks dug into his arms and the mud coated the front of his black shirt. Huge leaves dripped leftover rain on his face. He wiped off the drops with a grimy hand so he could see.
Most of the compound seemed no taller than a single story, but it stretched back and back into the trees for an undetermined distance. The building was well established, no doubt there before the Torithians arrived to use it as their base. Jungle foliage crawled over the roof until the two blended into one seamless blend of shadowy green.
Firian pictured the plan Bard had shown him. This was the south entrance. Captain Tibor Wat’s room lay in the center.
Lowering himself further, he peered at the visible door. Only one man stood guard, partially hid
