But he was stirred from his praying by the footsteps of General Navano. He turned and spoke, “Good evening, General,” his voice hurt to speak as he had taken no water on arrival the liquid making him feel sick.
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Against that, it was hard to say. But the leaders resigned to decide by morning.
Silveryn didn’t sleep that night and stood by a brazier outside the storeroom converted to barracks for them. His eyes were searching the fire for some sign of his god to guide him in these demanding times.

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