A Better World Talaos stalked down the midnight street in a mood of cold, wrathful, purpose. With him were Sorya and Katara, and behind them twenty armed men.. They moved with swift precision, for they all knew where they were going. "Weapons up and eyes open," said Talaos. They were in a district that was said to have once been dominated by wealthy homes, but for a long time the grittier sort of businesses and seedy apartment blocks had encroached on them, until only one was left. Talaos knew it well. Many years ago, Cratus had bought the place and turned it into his headquarters. Wealthy homes in Carai were usually either townhomes opening on the street, or manors with low decorative walls around them. Cratus had turned this one into a fortress compound with a ten foot stone wall topped by a parapet. Now Palaeon's little army was going to try to take that fortress. However, Talaos and his gang had a task apart from the main fight.
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