Dragoncrest Cliffs you love in a time of children marching in boots fashioned for soldiers ages apart

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It doesn’t take long for the boy to show up and lowering himself. He isn’t one for words, which does not bother the commander, but she feels connected enough that he can pick up what she wants without a word. She turns and glances to Arlo with a quirk of her brow and nudge of her nose. He steps forward and away from Thuringwethil, watching the kid as he would prey. Eske settles in nearby, adding to the audience as she focuses on her servant. He’d been given a time of rest before she’s done too much and there’s no need to waste any more time. Drageda is many and everyone’s effort is to be put in properly.

“Go,” she tells them and Arlo does not hesitate, launching forward as if she’d pushed a button. He throws his form forward with jaws to catch one of his legs.