Along with noting the conversation hurrirmng around him, he listenedwith a different part of his being to the power humming through Setubal. i At last, a column of guards marched up the road fromtown. His head swiveled as he tried to see which of his dragonfliersneeded help. Hewas not a Forthwegian soldier any more, the Forthwegian army havingbeen crushed between those of Algarve and Unkerlant.
The newcomer to Obuda pulled out a pen and tablet andscribbled some notes. Krasta was angry. Shouts, jeers, leers - nothing I haven't known fromForthwegians. If he hadto say something, that was more kindly and less worrisome than most ofthe other things she could think o
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