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Firian
Tanyu rushed by like a flock of ravens, tucking weapons into boots and sleeves. The deadly flashes reminded Firian of sneaking out to the inn to see a Charäkhni traveler do slight-of-hand. Their silent feet beat out the rhythm of Firian’s blood, charged and ready.
Bard followed him out into the fountain courtyard with its huge chandelier and terraced upper floor. The sprinting warriors disappeared down side passages so they could emerge unseen on their way to the battle.
Belik couldn’t match Firian’s pace, so he had stayed behind in the Head’s office, ordering the counterattack from there. The fact that someone else commandeered the space would have bothered Firian on a normal day, but he was so eager to get out and see the Kingdom troops that he barely spared it a second tho
