Chandaea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 34th day of Fall, Arenfall
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Earlier that day, the dwarf and Adaloun snuck out from their tent before the sun rose, and immediately reported to Lord Prestonheim who followed them back into the mines along with the small group of knight escorts.
When they arrived, the knights were instructed by the Commander to wait outside the gates as they went deeper into the eerie silent camp, while alerting themselves of any possible attack that might come out of nowhere. As Lord Prestonheim put it, there might be remnants of those vile Dhampiirs and the last thing they want, was to be ambushed by them.
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Sorry, I have to edit the day on this story. I just realized it was already the next day (story-wise) and I wasn't able to change it properly.
So, there! I fixed it. I apologize for any confusion this may caused.
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