The sides of Romlar's command tent were rolled down, anda field lamp was on low, lighting it dimly. If it was just one battalion. They wove their way toward the entry, among clusters of cadre andtroopers renewing old bonds. The major sat back and exhaled audibly in exasperation.
The T'swa wereborn, not made; she'd already known that. The prisoners we took, and the bodies we recovered, wereremarkably muscular. Are you sure you're willing to do allthis? The risk this Komarsi nobleman was taking was remarkable, Varkyrealized, even astonishing, given what he had to lose. If she wants to stay, why not.
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