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Joren Ruthern crept and scuttled about in the walls, an uneasy presence offered to those within the Bastion that night. He finally slinked off into the night, cheering for the most excellent duellists of the Tripartite.

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe touches his nicely trimmed beard with a smirk "An armeh versus a single Dwed... An we still take teh day." He kicks his legs up with a hearty laugh "Till next toime Ferryboys."

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Hu-din sneezes in the gates. He laughs knowing he got to see Jarad for the last time.

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Jakob Castile cheers as he runs back into the castle writing down the days adventures into his journal.

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“Teh wiggeh’s couldn’t even keep us out of their own walls with all teh ‘elp from their mercenaries! That’s whot we call a joke” Kane Redfist chuckled, sheathing his blade once again before making his way back to Urguan.

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Bakir Ireheart would laugh as he saw the Orenians flee in their own city and failed to defend their own square "Very funny, even with the ferrymen you can't save your city."


 

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Angelika Irena excitedly babbled to her sister-in-law Marie about the rescue, squeezing water out of her braid as they marched home.

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The marshal of Sedan Chuckles as he reads the missive. "These Orenian's can't fight with a brain, eh."

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Margot Baruch would pat her horse, Hamish, as she returned home after a good days work... 

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Adhemar dusek would remain on his steed as he gazed towards the refusal of battle, shaking his head and groaning as he watched them, he would still remember about the Orenians at the gates of Karosgrad not that long ago, shaking his head as they refused to give battle, he would then return to Karosgrad with the Haense retinue, remaining close to his mentor as he spoke, “Shame.. We’ll have to see them in the field some other day Da?”

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Ser August Barclay sharpened his blade via whetstone from the barracks within Karosgrad. "Victory." He murmured plainly.

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Ragrin ireheart would begin to laugh and smirk as he witnessed the oreniens watch their enemys walk around there city to rescue Levian'Tol "we are in your walls oreniens!"

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