Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 75th day of Fall, Arenfall
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The Senators' arrival was fast approaching. Days came by and went, but up until now Prince Arterius couldn't find any solution to his problem. He commanded his godfather's men to check the hole twice a day, hoping for any sign of progress, maybe an an aetherium lying around the muddy floor or more importantly living people.
He prayed for survivors down there, people who could relay their experiences that would strike fear and bewilderment to the Senate. The knight emerged from the dark pit with an empty sack on hand. The muddy knight shook his head confirming his hopeless endeavor. It was the fifth day of this new strategy and still there was nothing.