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“It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth - a good man dying for the wrong cause. Although Teobold, we cannot see a good man’s opposition as a slight. As they say, never attribute to malice what can be attributed to incompetence, there is very little deliberate wickedness in this world.” the slayer of Sigismund, Sergeant Jamukha, idly commented to his fellow Veletzian.

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Jamukha would feel bad as he heard the news of the Margrave finding out “He has only just now heard the news? I have seen her with many different men these pasts several months”

Jahmuka would celebrate the great victory, excited for what is to come. He would begin the planning of a party at his campsite. "GOD bless Veletz, I pray its fury rains down on all of Haensedom!"

Jamukha, the Horsemen, idly comments "A grand ballad of the city dwellers will be sung to mourn the many lives lost in this conflict. May the Gods hold steady and guide us Humankind to the right path."

Jamukha readies his warhorse.

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Rickard awaits highwaymen on the Stassion road.

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Bernard de Rouen would read the missive, becoming progressively more angry at the Balianites insults on not only Verbant, but also all of Adria "These DAMNED fools will suffer the weight of their actions..."

Bernard de Rouen would remark from his post upon the Adrian walls "May GOD bestow blessings upon these two's sacred union, may their bond endure through the hardship of Aevos"