Everyone else was gone.
“Nereids are not like humans,” said Mizura. “We do not relish violence as you do. We do, however, have one thing in common: we believe the Shadow is a threat that must be stopped.”
Seba held her tongue, not wishing to speak lest she ruin the moment.
“I will present your proposal to my people,” the aquess continued. “The Madzinian Nereids will vote on whether to go to war against Necrovar.”
CHAPTER TWENTY“Mortals are willing to barter for even the barest illusion of power.”
~ Gorkras Shädar, Second Age
Roxanne hadn’t been to the training valley before. East of Noryk, on a flat expanse of Smarlindian ground between the dragons’ newly formed mountains, was the army camp. The city was bursting with refugees, so the Jidaelni soldiers had camped here.
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