Jorn had been stationed at the border of Conley and Ancorna for the past month, waiting for orders. The tension in the air was palpable, as every soldier was prepared for any eventuality. Jorn had grown close with the Conley army during his time there, forging an alliance that had brought both armies together as brothers-in-arms.
One day, a Western bird came flying into the camp, carrying a letter from the higher-ups in Westrosia. Jorn opened the letter, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. He knew what he had to do.
"Westrosia army, get your guns and Conley troops, get your swords and shields," he announced to his comrades. The translator relayed the command to the Conley soldiers, as Westrosia now had two official languages, and it was necessary to convey commands in multiple languages.
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