Jarith, Sylmahn Gap, Hildermoss Province, Republic of Siddarmark General Trumyn Stohnar contemplated the enormous map of the Sylmahn Gap on his office wall. The colored pins marking the known and estimated positions of the Church’s Army of the Sylmahn hadn’t moved very much over the past several five-days. The pins marking the positions of his troops had changed considerably, however. The biggest difference was that there were far more of them than there’d been the previous year, and he smiled thinly as his eyes drifted back to them once more. A discreet knock sounded on his office door, and he turned to face it. “Come!” he called, and Lieutenant Sahlavahn, his personal aide, escorted Colonel Aivahn Yazhuhyro into the office. “Aivahn.” Stohnar clasped forearms with the colonel and nodded to Sahlavahn. “Thank you, Dahglys. Don’t forget to remind Colonel Kohmandorsky and Commander Parkmyn that Colonel Yazhuhyro and I will be joining them in Commander Parkmyn’s office at fourteen o’clock.”
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