"I've managed to round up about five-hundred fighters, but I still fear it's not enough. Gregor has greater forces.
However, there are always others and I intend to find every fighting man and woman I can. If they can't fight, they will learn to fight."

It wasn't long before they approached the camp, men tended to their things while others slept.
Kral led Leinad to the healers tent. Salves and spells, that was his dealing.
The healer spoke, "A new face, hmm?"
"Aye...I want him as healed as you can get him. After all he's been through against the forces of Gregor, he deserves that and more. Arrange him a meal if you can."
"Aye, I'll do that."

Kral put a hand upon Leinad's shoulder. "I've some business to attend to, I'll return when I can."

He promptly left the tent, it pained him to leave the young warrior, but he was always busy.
He was looking for his right hand, beauty matched by ferocity.
"Kano!" Kral called out, he could never find here when he needed her.
"Damn that woman." Kral breathed to himself as he called out again, "Kano!"

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