Men with dark eyes and scars in too many places to count. And things that weren’t men, beings created by Kern’s dark magic. Evil seeped from them into the surrounding air, coating everything in a gloomy haze that perfectly matched their goal. To lay siege to the city of Delorme. As far as Maren could tell, no cannon had been fired yet, but the roads were blocked in and out. She’d gotten here late the previous night and snuck into camp, posing as one of the many serving girls brought for the sole purpose of being ogled – and possibly more – by the men. She intended to get any information she could and sneak back out before…she shivered…just before. The sun had touched the horizon. Torches had been lit and word spread that the men were to gather at the main tent. Maren followed, staying along the edges, trying to be inconspicuous. It seemed to be working – until Lord Kern climbed onto a platform in front of the crowd. She gasped, drawing the attention of the men around her.
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