"Good, I'd hoped you see things my way, but now I'm going to have you kept in the local inn, you'll sleep in that room, don't even try escaping, I have guards at all exit points, and it's right above the bar, so it will be noisey." He explained as he motioned for the guard to take her there. Drev' Thar now could relax, he could go back to his tent, and strategize, he now had a new weapon, tomorrow his ships would leave, they'd reach Caldale within a day or two, that is if those ships were as fast as the man had said they were.

He walked out of the musty, dry, and foul smelling prison, he was graced by a nice, evening breeze, it did wonders for his nose, he couldn't get the putrid smell of lingering death out of it. He cursed as he walked past the battle circle, he noticed the town was empty, which meant everyone was still working, his captains would be tired tomorrow, he'd have them alternate shifts, he wouldn't let fatigue slow his ambition.

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