The Sentinels A new day, brings rejuvination

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dante deferred, as lasher had thought he might, but the man's silent presumption was correct: no matter the depth of his feeling for the priestess, lasher would not allow such things to be at the expense of donnelaith. so sure of this was he; he gave a small nod to his beta and pressed onward. "what ranks have we need of here? we have healers, outriders, counselors -- what role must be filled?" perhaps between the two of them they could encourage some fleshing of the ranks.