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Firian
Ever since Firian agreed that they should capture Brithnem, Belik seemed charged with tireless energy. “Tanyu originally were the army for the Western Kingdom,” the Master explained as he led Firian out of the barracks. The stone walls, far sturdier than the wooden ones, had been completed while Firian battled the fever. Bright morning light washed them white. “Bad leadership led us away from that position. It’s always been something we deserve, that we could do.”
“I know.” A clump of gray fur caught Firian’s eye. Another dead rabbit. He frowned.
Men and women scurried out of their way as they strode out into the light of the field beyond. It was harder now to tell who used to be a Torithian pirate. Most had grown out their hair. A couple still insisted on shaving their heads
