( Thyvault, who keeps the peace of the Crossing, who instructs men before they head on to meet Rathakku's forces. Who seems adrift now, a man tall and muscled, a vision of strength — made feeble by his countless duties.
He is approached with courtesy. He retaliates with a nod, slow greeting. Blood on his hands, from the envoy missive he balances. )
We lost more men in the latest incursions than we had hoped. ( No, the wrong word. They never hope for losses. ) Than we had anticipated.
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( Thyvault, who keeps the peace of the Crossing, who instructs men before they head on to meet Rathakku's forces. Who seems adrift now, a man tall and muscled, a vision of strength — made feeble by his countless duties.
He is approached with courtesy. He retaliates with a nod, slow greeting. Blood on his hands, from the envoy missive he balances. )
We lost more men in the latest incursions than we had hoped. ( No, the wrong word. They never hope for losses. ) Than we had anticipated.