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Act II

The Parry and the Thrust

Date Unknown Part of: The Embers

In the city, we saw people who were starving. We saw bodies left to rot in the alleyways. We saw a people who were afraid, and who were weary. Within the palace, instead of bodies, we saw food left to rot on tables.

The delegation, including myself, was only four people. I wondered, truly, why I had been sent there. Our escort through the city consisted of twenty guards. Through the palace, six accompanied us. I counted eight that stood in Sovereign's council room, where the Sovereign Monarch himself sat, and waited. I was sent as a guard, but if our enemy had decided to kill us, there would have been nothing I could’ve done to save us.