Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

Some of the words on this page we're highlighted. Mostly the names, and something in the lower left corner that I could not possibly read. It looked foreign.

Page Twelve

Hear the drums
Hear the horn
Hear the drums
Fear our thorn

Two weeks have passed since Lenor joined our organisation, and two weeks since I found Sita and brought her here. Tricobcheck had declared her OK, patched her up, and send her back to me. Following the basic protocol, I was forced to question her and discovered that she did indeed come from across the Iron sea, and was a citicen, or so she claimed, of the Empire of Se. Empire of Se. Normaly, every Serian was thought to be a heartless, thickheaded higher-than-thou bastard. But not Sita, no. There was something about her that I just couldn't figure out, and would probaply recognize later on. Due to the hatred against Serians from my people, somehow, all availible quarters miraciously vanished, making me take her in. Ontop of that, I was also forced to train Lenor. She appears to excell when using the somewhat more primitive weaponry. Blades, bows, you name it, whilst failing to even grasp the basis of reloading a Semi-Automatic Lady's finest.

And if that isn't enough, open war has been declared between the Kingdom of the Shaded fist, and the people in who's lands we reside, the Nostratorians. I guess that visiting Nilara is out of the question for a while now.

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