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We are the defenders And we still stand

While grieving was darkness, victory and all itof the oppression that was loss, and of the devastation that slowly revealed itself on all sides There could be no easing of the conflict within each and every survivor -- the brutal randoued the spirit -- but the Grey Swords made of themselves a simple, solid presence They had become, in truth, the city’s standard

And we still stand

Once this task was complete, the contract was, to Itkovian’s mind, concluded Law and order could be left to the Gidrath fro Grey Swords would leave Capustan, likely never to return The question now occupying the Shield Anvil concerned the company’s future From over seven thousand to three hundred and nineteen: this was a siege froht never recover But even such horrific losses, if borne alone, wereof Fener frood bereft of its poas, as far as Itkovian was concerned, no different from any other band ofof professional soldiers A column of coins offered no reliable backbone; feere the existent cority; feould stand’ firth had becoht-backed individuals; ones capable of accepting discipline of the highest order; ones for who

Twin Tusks, what I need is fanatics

At the same time, such people had to be without ties, of any sort An unlikely coiven such people could be found, to whom could they swear? Not Trake -- that army’s core already existed, centred around Gruntle

There were two other war-aspected gods that Itkovian knew of; northern gods, rarely worshipped here in the midlands or to the south

What did Hetan call me? She never likened me to a cat, or a bear No In her eyes, I was a wolf

Very well, then

He raised his head, scanned over the heads of thesurvivors in the concourse until he spied the other lone rider

She atching hiestured her over

It was a few h the press and reach his side ’Sir?’