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Commander Irabeth nodded sharply.
"By the time you reach the graveyard you'll have thirty minutes. Take whatever horses you need. You need to go NOW." She barked.


Commander Irabeth looks particularly tense as you sweep in.
"I apologize for yanking you out of the battle, but this matter is critical and you are the only force of the right size and power to handle it."
She looked over at Aravashniel and nodded.


Irabeth grinned toothily at Nurah.
"Well then, I suppose that I will apologize to Lord Carilain and go with his plan." She said thoughtfully, leaning back on the cot.


Irabeth looked aside at Carilain.
"Mmm. No, I believe you give the Paradise Hill commander too much credit Master Carilain.
"Aside from the fact that an army of paladins coming out of nowhere would give even a demon prince pause; there are intense rivalries between demonic commanders. For them to come 'oh, too late' to a battle, or suddenly retreat, or even turn their army around and into a rivals is nothing to them. Even if it costs them the battle!
"No, I would lay good money that we were simply doing his dirty work for him."


Irabeth listened closely to Arthas' proposal.
"Yes, yes. You have the right of it Sir Arthas; two, perhaps three birds with one stone! I will give the order." She said, nodding.

Going back to the command tent, where the rest of the team was still debating as to what to do, Irabeth rapped sharply for attention.


Commander Irabeth glanced over to Carilain.
"sir Carilain, you had some thoughts about this earlier?"


In the command tent Commander Irabeth is exultant.
"The operation was a brilliant success! Two enemy armies destroyed, warehouses with tons of supplies and equpment captured and control of most of Southbank established!
"Now, while we have the initiative, we need to turn our attention to Paradise Hill and the Schir demon army there."


After long minutes studying the maps and other intelligence reports from the scouts, Commander Irabeth raps the table for everyones attention.
"I'm sorry Carilain, but taking the Schir in their redoubts will take everything we have. We can't leave any blocking force behind us to stop enemy reinforcements from the South Bank.
"What I propose instead is to have Company B and C charge down the main road through the South Bank and overrun the enemy units there. Company A will act as reserve and blocker in case I'm wrong and the Schir DO come out of their holes to attack. But they will be much more vulnerable comeing out here to us, especially across that very defendable bridge.
"After we eliminate the South Bank forces we can turn our full attention on the Schir."

She turned to you.
"That said, will you join the attack, or hold back here at the command tent as a reserve?"


Carilain wrote:
”The commander of siege, Aaron Kir, how well do you know him, General?”

"I'm afraid I don't know him well..." Said Irabeth, shaking her head. "He is one of the handpicked staff chosen and sent up here by the queen, and as such I would consider him above reproach.

"As for one who knows him well, you should speak with Lord Sosiel, the Battalion Chaplain. He and Aaron have been best friends since well before I knew them."


Arthas wrote:
Has it seemed like the enemy has been waiting for you along your path? Like they are one step ahead of you at all times?"

Irabeth frowned in thought.

"I dislike your accusations intensely My Lord Arthas." She gritted out. "Every one of our soldiers is a Paladin in good standing, personally selected by the Queen!"
She paused, looking intensely at the ground as she gathered herself together.
"However... I mislike a number of things that happened along the road. The enemy taking the ford ahead of our arrival, the enemy garrison at the valley already in formation when we charged forth... I don't like the coincidence.
"And... not everyone here is a Paladin."

Kelden wrote:
"If... there is an enemy mole and a plot to stop us, i bet it would be an officer, or someone close to an officer. There is too much chance that on of the rank and file soldiers wouldnt have access to anything useful, or even have enough advance knowledge to be of use. The question is, what do you we do about it?"

Irabeth thought deeply.

"I think that if there is, there must be only one or two. All the betrayals, if that is what they were, only gave the enemy minutes; maybe an hour warning at best.
"Also, he must not have been aware of our strategic goal, or the city would still be packed full of demons. The Queen's strategic deception must have succeeded.
"I can only ask that for now you keep aware of what you say around the other staffers, and keep alert for anything that has a bearing on our suspicions.
"Perhaps after we get the scouting reports back we can think of something more."


At this point the pointer in Irabeth's hand snapped under the increased pressure of her hand.
After a heavy moment, she continued.
"And nobody knew. For decades afterward he operated against us. It was only when I caught him sabotaging the Kite's defenses that we understood how deeply he had betrayed the Crusade.
"Did you know, I almost had him? We fought a running battle up the stairway to the parapets. When reinforcements arrived... he shattered my legs and flew off on a giant bee, if you can believe it."
She quirked a grin.
"I would dearly love to feed him to the Inquisition, to find out if there are any other traitors amongst us, his contacts and overseers...
"But he is a deadly opponent, and far smarter than he looks. Do not allow him any more victories.
"If you end up having to kill him, I will get over my disappointment."


"In the meantime, let's review the background of Drezen, the terrain where we'll be fighting."
She has several old maps pinned to boards erected and points out various features of the fortress and town.

OVERVIEW OF DREZEN

.Founded in 4628 ar by the crusaders to establish a lasting foothold in demon-controlled territory, the warhardened city of Drezen was engineered by talented dwarven crusaders.
.These dwarves carved the central citadel from a massive, granite plateau, using a style reminiscent of their ancient Sky Citadels, but the city fell before many upper stories or lower levels could be added.

.As work on Citadel Drezen commenced, greater numbers of stonemasons and architects toiled on the surrounding lands, and it didn’t take long before the city could house tens of thousands of crusaders and the many artisans, laborers, and other supporters of the war effort.
.River traffic and supply lines from Mendev continued to bring a steady influx of soldiers, even as two massive cemeteries were established to bury those they replaced.

.Unfortunately, Citadel Drezen fell to treachery in 4638, when an eager young dwarven paladin named Staunton Vhane removed the city’s greatest defense, the Sword of Valor, from its walls. Without it, the citadel was subjected to a blitz of cascading demon summonings from within it's very walls...


As you all start talking about what to do, Knight Commander Irabeth bangs on the table.
What we're going to do is camp back here out of sight while our scouts earn their pay." She said, then nodded to Anevia.
Anevia blew her a kiss, then darted out the entrance flap.
Irabeth sighed. "We'll give them a day to get in and find out where the enemy is, then we can make plans. If the Queen is successful down south, the bulk of the demons here will have been called away."


General Irabeth listens to Thetin's report and nods.
"Very good!
"Forwarned, we should have the advantage at the Keeper's Canyon.
"And with any luck we stopped any word of our attack here from reaching the enemy there."


General Irabeth turned to you.
"Alright, I think we're alright now.
"I want you all to enter the fortress and get me that enemy commander! I don't care how you do it, but I want him ALIVE! Move out!"
She ordered, pointing to the fort and saluting.


Irabeth frowned and looked to the distant horizon.
"I'm sorry Milord Horgus. We are barely a day into our march and lingering here greatly increases our chances of being spotted by enemy creatures, no matter how much of a distraction the Queen is down south." She mused aloud.
Turning, she strode to her horse again and mounted.
"Everyone saddle up!" She roared. "We will continue on immediately!"


Coming up to the bluff overlooking Vala's Gift, Irabeth sat in silence for a minute.
"Company A! Follow the road North and set up a blocking position!
"Company B! Search for survivors! And/or enemies!
"Company C! Rearguard for the moment."
She barked out.
From her gestures, she included you all in the 'look for survivors' group.
Roll Perception and/or Survival (Track) checks.


Irabeth smiled and nodded at Thetin.
"Of course. You didn't need to ask; I will show you whatever I can. "I hope you understand that I have had no war college training, I've only ever risen to a Company officer before Kenabres...
"Anyway, this flag rank stuff is fairly new to me also."
She said uncomfortably, adjusting the tilt of her epaulet.
"Tell me, if you have no ambition to command a Company, could you act as a fast reserve force? I think you and your companions are best suited for occasions when one of the Companies gets ambushed, or a powerful demon teleports past the front lines to attack from behind, or right on top of us."


Carilain wrote:
"Only got him out alive..." Carilain whispers to Irabeth. "He thinks we are just rabble, or some such."

Irabeth raised an eyebrow at Carilain's words.

"Ah, yes. What exactly was it that passed between you in the depths of the earth? She asked curiously.


Shockingly, Irabeth knelt and bowed her head to you.
"Her Majesty, Galfrey the First, Queen of Mendev." She intoned.
The queen herself seemed staggered for a moment at your appearance, but recovered and gestured to the table. She and Irabeth glanced at each other significantly.


Irabeth stood stock still, out of stubbornness if nothing else. But gradually she melted and accepted the sword from Kankai back into her arms. She just bowed her head and nodded acceptance.


Irabeth is shocked when Kankai pressed her sword into her hands, and renamed Dawn's Shield.
Tears filled her eyes as she hugged it to her chest.
"This sword... It was my fathers, did you know?" She said, looking down on it.
"I had sold it. I had no other way to afford the... gift I had to give to Anevia. So I sold it. And to the wrong person too, as you found in the Citadel."
She took Kankai's hand and thrust the sword back into them.
"But I cannot accept it back now. I sold it, and can have no further claim on it.
"But you, you who recaptured it back from the enemy who would have destroyed or corrupted it? It is you that the sword should go with. You are a sword master and have already put it to good use. I think you were destined for each other. And I suspect you’ll NEED it more than I at this point.”


"You did it! You did it!" Irabeth crowed as the soldiers crowded around you, pounding your backs and shaking your hands.
"Come outside and see!" She exclaimed.


You hear the pounding of footsteps up the stairway, and you see Commander Irabeth charge into the Wardstone Chamber, followed by a dozen soldiers.
"Are you all..." She started, but stopped as they all looked at you with jaws agape.


Irabeth

Irabeth nodded sharply.
"The order is given. We move out in five as per the order of battle. Pass the word Lady Nurah." She said.

When Nurah raised her horn to her lips, Irabeth lunged across and jammed her hand into the bell to stop her.
"Use runners only, if you please Lady Nurah." Irabeth gritted out, glaring at the halfling girl.
Nurah grinned and shrugged her apologies, then ran out of the command tent after the Company commanders.

Turning back to Arthas, she continued.
"And lastly General, it is your right to lead the charge if you so desire. Typically it is discouraged for the army commander to lead the charge as it is a dangerous position. Good for morale for you to lead from the front, Bad for morale if you are unhorsed or killed."


Irabeth

Irabeth stepped forward.
"Ahem. With respect, did lady Anevia explain that while useful, it isn't CRITICAL that you go? That you COULD leave it all to the army if you should need to husband your resources for another time? Or if it is an unacceptable risk to our most famous heroes?" She said, glaring at an unabashed Anevia.


After they filed out, Irabeth turned to Arthas.
"Ah, sorry about that. I had to get them moving or we could be here all week while the veterans dissect everything that could go wrong.
"Also, you look ridiculously young. Getting them used to obeying when you speak is important.
"And lastly, ask for questions or suggestions BEFORE you issue the order."
She said quietly.


"Sir Irabeth reporting for duty!" Irabeth said, saluting sharply at attention.


The soldiers surge forward, but Irabeth flung her arms out at the gleam still shining from Radiance, blocking their way.
"Wait! Look at her. Look at her truly!" She said, and they all turned their Paladin's eyes upon her. Danua felt like they were doing a body cavity search on her soul.
Then the scales of Terendelev started shaking wherever you have them stashed. Without thinking, you all draw them forth. They all shine in your hands; a tough looking dragon scale, jagged and irregular, but still shining brilliantly. They all look at the one in Danua's hand.
Irabeth nodded slowly.
"The token of Terendelev!
"Very well then, consider yourself on Parole at Artha's word of honor. You may speak to the queen on this when she arrives."

She bursts into a terrifying smile.
"But come! See what your efforts have gained!" She shouted, then led you all downstairs and out the entranceway.
"We have retaken the city!" She enthused. "That burst of energy, it stunned and confused the demons, making them easy prey for us! The ones who could, either flew or teleported away! The lesser ones and the cultists who remained, we have routed them!
"KENABRES IS OURS AGAIN!"
She shouted, and all the troops within earshot also cheered.


You hear the pounding of footsteps up the stairway, and you see Commander Irabeth charge into the Wardstone Chamber, followed by a dozen soldiers.
"Are you all..." She starts out, then spots Danua.
"HALT CREATURE!!" She barked out, and a half dozen spears are leveled in Danua's direction.


Rosalind wrote:
"A good venture, despite its perils?"

”Hail sister!” Sigrun greeted Rosalind with a hearty grin. ”You could say that indeed. We were assigned the mansion of what turned out to be a wealthy pawnbroker. It was… successful. More traps than I like though.”

Her second, a dusky barbarian from Thuvia, nodded with emphasis, her mouth otherwise occupied by food. The two Osirion witches just sat there, their veiled faces giving nothing away. Until you hear them snoring gently.
”By the way, our condolences on the losses you incurred on the last venture. We understand, truly. If you need a position, you have one on our team. This I vow!” Sigrun thundered, raising her fist.
”Did you find anything unique?” She asked, seemingly genuinely curious.


Irabeth said "Excellent. We will begin tomorrow. For you? Noon. I need to have time to recruit forces to stage hit and run diversionary attacks earlier that morning. That should draw off a number of the forces that you would otherwise be facing.
In the meantime, go take your ease. Buy the equpment you will need. Eat well. Rest."

She made a terrifying grin.
"Tomorrow will be a VERY busy day."


"One of you must bear the Rod. Who will it be?" Asked Irabeth.


Irabeth nodded, relaxing at your acceptance.


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Irabeth spoke again.
”We cannot hope to evacuate everyone from the border—I doubt they would give up the defensive line even if they knew what the enemy planned.
"But we can still stop this from happening—we just need to have SOMEONE infiltrate the Gray Garrison, locate the wardstone fragment, and destroy it.”


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Irabeth began by standing up and introducing Quednys Orlun to you.
”You have all distinguished yourselves against the demon forces, aided the survivors and, I think I am not alone in thinking this, you are all touched by fate in that you all have one of the scales of Teredelev, the ancient guardian of Kenabres.
“I promised you that if there was a chance to strike back that I would make you a part of it. I believe it is time.”

She leaned forward and looked you all in the eyes.

“As horrific as recent events have been, we’ve come to realize that they are, in fact, merely a prelude.
"The razing of the Kite citadel, the destruction of our wardstone, Terendelev’s murder, and the assault on the city were nothing more than opening gambits.
“The Worldwound is on the march in a more concentrated assault than we’ve seen since the fall of Drezen. It’s fair to say the Lord of the Locust Host is finally making his move. The end of this hundred-year-war is upon us, and it falls to US to ensure victory!
“While the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth were scattered, those who serve the Lord of the Locust Host himself remain concentrated in Old Kenabres."

She strode about and pointed to a place in the middle of the Old Kenabres district on the Kenabres map.

“What we’ve heard from within the barricade they’ve erected is ominous.
“The cultists are waiting for something; and based on our own information and what you’ve managed to recover so far, it sounds like the vile witch Areelu Vorlesh will soon be coming to Kenabres. And it appears that we’ve determined what she intends to do.”

She motioned to Quednys, who stood up.


Irabeth escorted Kyra firmly out the door.
"Yes of course. You need to use the money to rest and refit and upgrade your equipment. You are the best offensive weapon we have, and I intend to wield you harshly when the time comes.
"Besides, with Lord Horgus bringing his fortune to our aid, it is little enough of an investment."
"Now, get out!"
She said, shutting the door behind you.


Irabeth frowned at the letter.
"No, no it certainly cannot be good. I definitely need to investigate; see what intelligence and what forces we have available. I'm not sure what we can do about it from here; we are still cut off from the greater army of the crusades."
She looked up.
"But that is enough for now. I want you to go and rest up for the rest of the day. Get a good meal, tell your story of victory to whoever will stand for it, get a good night's rest.
"I promise; if there is anything we can do, I will call on you first.
"In the mean time, go on! Out!"
She said grinning.
Your last glimpse is of her reading through the letter again.


Irabeth nodded to you.
"It's time. I will be escorting you along with a squad of Eagle Watch crusaders up to the Gray Garrison, then split off to run distraction attacks."


Irabeth:

"The documents you uncovered are incredible! This whole attack has been years in the making, and other towns are in danger as well! This will go a long way to preventing the enemy from doing worse than he has."
She pulls out the pay chest, and carefully stacks 2000 gp on her desk.
"As promised, here is your reward for clearing the Tower of Estrod."
She continues to stack another 2000 gp on her desk.
"And here is another two thousand for uncovering this critical intelligence."


Irabeth nods with clear gratitude that you all seem to have accepted the mission.
She is puzzled however, when Voren seemed to rave about Vorlesh for a moment.

Voren:
You rack your brains, but cannot come up with anything else to add to the intelligence assembled here. Though you do worry about whether any of your party has the force it will take to shatter a wardstone fragment.

Iavdi wrote:
"...what do you expect to find at the garrison?"

Irabeth said "Demons. How many and what kind I cannot say. We cannot scry the building due to preexisting protections against that. The cultists have thrown up rubble barriers around it. The area has some heavy patrols that my scouts have yet to breach. Nonetheless, we must attempt it, as Vorlesh may show up at any minute; we simply have no idea when."

Iavdi wrote:
"And when do we start?"

Irabeth said "For you? Tomorrow. Noon. I need to have time to recruit forces to stage hit and run diversionary attacks earlier that morning. That should draw off a number of the forces that you would otherwise be facing."


Irabeth spoke again.
”We cannot hope to evacuate everyone from the border—I doubt they would give up the defensive line even if they knew what the enemy planned.
"But we can still stop this from happening—we just need to have SOMEONE infiltrate the Gray Garrison, locate the wardstone fragment, and destroy it.”


Irabeth began by standing up and introducing Dakota, Iavdi and Lisandra to Arthas, Jokum, Karthak and Voren.
”You may not have met before now, but you have all distinguished yourselves against the demon forces, aided the survivors and, I think I am not alone in thinking this, you are all touched by fate in that you all have one of the scales of Teredelev, the ancient guardian of Kenabres.
“I promised you that if there was a chance to strike back that I would make you a part of it. I believe it is time.”

She leaned forward and looked you all in the eyes.

“As horrific as recent events have been, we’ve come to realize that they are, in fact, merely a prelude. The razing of the Kite citadel, the destruction of our wardstone, Terendelev’s murder, and the assault on the city were nothing more than opening gambits.
“The Worldwound is on the march in a more concentrated assault than we’ve seen since the fall of Drezen. It’s fair to say the Lord of the Locust Host is finally making his move. The end of this hundred-year-war is upon us, and it falls to US to ensure victory!

“While the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth were scattered, those who serve the Lord of the Locust Host himself remain concentrated in Old Kenabres.
“What we’ve heard from within the barricade they’ve erected is ominous.
“The cultists are waiting for something, and based on our own information and what you’ve managed to recover so far, it sounds like the vile witch Areelu Vorlesh will soon be coming to Kenabres. And it appears that we’ve determined what she intends to do.”

She motioned to Quednys, who stood up.


During the post-Tower of Estrod debriefing…

Arthas wrote:


"Do I to stay here and fight on with the faithful, or am I meant to carry the message of the evil growing within to the other cities?
"… Does that mean I am to sacrifice myself, as she did, for this place? Or did she save our fellowship now assembled for some greater purpose? There must be others like us. Some have disappeared already. What does that mean? Where have they gone?"
"Is there anything we can do to stop what seems to be inevitable here?”
"However, if there are targets we can move against that are worth risking ourselves for then I step forward resolutely, but hope that you have a way to get what we have found safely away from here."
"Finally, I am not from this place. I do not know who this Vorlesh and the others are, though I do know the purpose of the stones, what can they do with them if they fall into the hands of evil? I am trying to understand the scope of what has been done."
"Commander. Do we have a clear and vital enemy target, a plan to get this intelligence out of the city, or some possible way to retake the city?"

Irabeth waved her hands at Arthas.

”Arthas! Stop!” She exclaimed.
Getting up, she came around the desk to put both her hands on Arthas’ shoulders. Close up, the power of her aura surrounded you, making you all feel like your best friend was there to protect you.
”You, all of you, have liberated Radiance from enemy hands!
“You have survived the razing of Kenabres!
“You have survived being dropped into a crevasse!
“You have succeeded in retaking Blackwing Cathedral!
“You have succeeded in rooting out enemy agents at the Tower of Estrod!
“You have intercepted letters revealing enemy plans!
“You have rescued from certain death one of the richest men in Kenabres, the sole surviving Riftwarden, and … my wife.”

A tear comes to her eye.
”Make no mistake Arthas, THESE are glorious victories; ones which, if I can get my hands on a bard, WILL be sung of from one end of Golarion to the other! Your chapter brothers are proud of you, I know it!”
She took a step back and stood to her full imposing height.
”So you need not feel your exertions were in vain, and despite the danger we certainly are all in, we are far from doomed. There is no need for you to speak of sacrificing yourself. Your actions to date show surely that you are destined to a greater purpose than we have seen so far!
“Now. To answer some of your questions, no we are currently unable to communicate by magic; certainly some kind of enemy influence. Nor have we been able to send messengers; the countryside is still crawling with enemy forces. So no, you cannot go to other cities right now.
“I don’t know who those others are, or what the crystals mentioned in that letter you took from Faxon are, but I know the name Vorlesh. It is whispered that whoever that is, is involved in the creation of the worldwound.
“To open communications and pass all this along, all we need to do is wait. Sooner or later more powerful allied scrying or aerial forces will turn their attention to the place where the wardstone line was broken. Right here.
“As for moving against enemy forces here, well I have been thinking of something along those lines myself. There are a couple of actions I have been contemplating taking, if given the opportunity, and those documents you captured make it almost certain.
“I will need another day or so to make plans.
“In the meantime, I want you to rest and relax. In fact, I want you to tell the story of your victory to our soldiers and refugees. Take a moment to celebrate your considerable accomplishments. Raise their morale. Rearm. Reequip. The time for action will come soon enough, and I promise you will be part of it.”


Irabeth:

"The documents you uncovered are incredible! This whole attack has been years in the making, and other towns are in danger as well! This will go a long way to preventing the enemy from doing worse than he has."
She pulls out the pay chest, and carefully stacks 2000 gp on her desk.
"As promised, here is your reward for clearing the Tower of Estrod."
She continues to stack another 2000 gp on her desk.
"And here is another two thousand for uncovering this critical intelligence."


Voren & Irabeth:

Irabeth looks absolutely astonished at Voren's claim. She just stared at him for a time that seemed to stretch to infinity.
Eventually she opened her mouth. "I..." She started to say, but stopped.
She cleared her throat.
"I don't know what to say. What you just said... I'm sorry to be blunt but I don't believe you.
"Now, I make no aspersions on your character, I swear that is the truth. But... I have to say, it is far, far more likely the fey are deliberately playing an elaborate practical joke on you. They are well known for doing just that."

She leaned back in her chair.
"Add to that the fact that there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Other than give you a letter of introduction to the new Riftwarden. He might be more interested in hearing your details."


Voren & Irabeth:

Curious at this unusual subject, Irabeth raised an eyebrow, leaned back in her chair and waived at Voren to continue.


Voren wrote:
"So, what can expect besides cultists? Any demons?"

Irabeth shook her head.

"I have no information on what might be there. Cultists for certain; anything else would be sheer speculation."


Kyra wrote:
"Do you have any intel on this building?"

Irabeth looked at Kyra strangely.

"Ah, as I said, the tower was built by Niuna Estrod, a historian who essayed to create a complete history of the Crusades. She died a couple of years ago, and ever since it was a kind of unofficial public library. Anything like floor plans or sewer connections would be found in City Hall, which is still in enemy hands. So no."


The next day, Irabeth greets you as you are ushered into her office once more.
"Welcome to you all. I am glad you decided to accept the mission we have for you today."
She unrolled a map of the city of Kenabres, liberally marked over by known changes in the city since the assault. Sections of the walls breached, crevasses formed by the earthquakes resulting from the destruction of the wardstone, buildings burned to the ground, and more.
"I sent out scouts to the locations of enemy safehouses mentioned in the note you found with Radiance, and they have just reported back.
"Nyserian Manor is destroyed; it's just a pile of rubble now, like a giant demon stomped it flat."
She pointed to a place in the southern section of the New Kenabres district.
"Topaz Solutions has been gutted and is now occupied by looters." She pointed to a spot in the central section of the Gate district.
"The scouts I sent to the Tower of Estrod, here," She pointed to a spot in the north of the New Kenabres district. "Have not reported back. I fear the worst for them."
She straightened up to her full height and fixed you all with a commanding glare.
"Your mission is to destroy the cultists present there and recover any papers or other intelligence you can find.
"Further, I want Radiance to be seen doing so, and word of the victory so gained to spread for morale; the Empyrial Lords know that we need one now. A prisoner able to talk might be nice also, but there is no need to endanger yourselves in the process."

She looked around at you all.
"Do you have any questions before you depart?"

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