Redtail Rise the man of the crowd

It was clear as day.

Everything they had already spoken of when they had sent Augur to track. Prophet could not afford to hesitate or bat a single eyelash at her words.

This was what he had been elevated for the day he had met her.

He settled into the role with a fever now. Eyes scanned around the ground for hesitation, for fleeing. He could not help but wonder who they might lose — before the battle and after. The ideal would be none.

The realistic?

He was no seer.