Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 32nd day of Fall, Arenfall
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"Are you insane?!" The freed slave blurted.
"What did you just say?!" Commander Crovar shouted. "W-what did you just say to your—"
"Thank you, Lord Commander," Arterius interrupted. "But I think his reaction comes from a place of trauma." He added.
Normally, that would have caused a citizen their heads. But this was different, the freed slave had seen something diabolical inside that hole. He heard the story from Lord Prestonheim while they ascended towards the camp. He knew what they had been through and understood how difficult it was for all of them to face these creatures. But still, this opportunity, no, this destiny was something they should grab for themselves.