Her voice sounded steady, but she paused to swallow in the middle of it. She gathered her people - except for a single man in plain armor, which marked him of low rank as muc I mean to have the Horn in my hands before the sun sets again. You can go now.
Trollocs, Turak mused. It was always a loss to feel the Power draining away, like blood and life pouring from an open wound. One of them cradled a sheathed sword in his arms. Domon never had, and neither had any of the crew he let hold it, but it was old, and that was enough for Domon.
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