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The light wooden sleigh slowly plowed through the snow, heading north away from Snohast, Grigori pulled his woolen blanket tighter, observing the Lakian Pack Penguins pull on their little harnesses, waddling slowly along, dragging the sleigh behind them, it was a 2 hour ride to their destination by horse, however, the road was too treacherous for larger animals, only the slow waddle of the Lakian Pack Penguins could make it to their rendezvous safely, and so they rode on. “How many is there being?” Stepan turned from the penguin reigns and stared into the night sky, trying to estimate “Stepan would be saying… about thirty or so are being of the warriors, but there are being many at the base, and there is being many more that are being in the cities and towns who are making of the supporting of us.” Grigori took a minute to digest this information. “We will be making of the needing of the more.” Grigori grunted “Da.” Stepan agreed, trying not to tangle the sixty or so reigns for each individual penguin “This is being of the job for Grigori, when people are being of the hearing that the GREAT Grigori is being of the joining of the rebellion, there will be many who are making of the flocking to our refuge.” “This is being of a great responsibility for Grigori…” the old Keeper nodded “But Grigori is of the being of the great, so Grigori will make of the doing.” Six Days Later The small town slowly came into view over the horizon, the bustle of Lakians going about their early morning tasks and business pierced the silence, Grigori smiled, absentmindedly reaching to pull at his mustache, before realizing it was gone, however he felt the small whiskers that had grown over the past few days, assuredly a boon from the All-Father for this righteous task he was about to undertake. Grigori turned to his traveling companion “Are there being ships that Grigori can make of the using?” Stepan looked surprisedly at Grigori “Da, but are you making of leaving already?” Grigori shook his head “Niet, Grigori must make of sending letter.” A small schooner would sail down the River Eada in the early morning, navigating the narrow waterway and into the Lake Hakon, slipping silently into the docks at the old Cartref Keep. A Grizzled captain stepped off onto the dock, one hand resting on his saber, the other clutching a letter sealed with red wax.
