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Rhoanna spoke to the unit commander in hushed tones. He wore the same golden armor as his men, but had passed through a few more winters, and his authority was obvious from the respect his men showed him. Falamar noticed that black tattoos snaked up from under his armor and wrapped around his neck and his left hand was covered with intricate tattoos, which was highly unusual for a commander of the Radiant Guard. He also looked pained, stressed beyond even the ravages of war. Rhoanna walked back to where Falamar and the crew waited. "Who is the commander? He looks afraid of more than death."

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rdfs:comment	Rhoanna spoke to the unit commander in hushed tones. He wore the same golden armor as his men, but had passed through a few more winters, and his authority was obvious from the respect his men showed him. Falamar noticed that black tattoos snaked up from under his armor and wrapped around his neck and his left hand was covered with intricate tattoos, which was highly unusual for a commander of the Radiant Guard. He also looked pained, stressed beyond even the ravages of war. Rhoanna walked back to where Falamar and the crew waited. "Who is the commander? He looks afraid of more than death."
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abstract	Rhoanna spoke to the unit commander in hushed tones. He wore the same golden armor as his men, but had passed through a few more winters, and his authority was obvious from the respect his men showed him. Falamar noticed that black tattoos snaked up from under his armor and wrapped around his neck and his left hand was covered with intricate tattoos, which was highly unusual for a commander of the Radiant Guard. He also looked pained, stressed beyond even the ravages of war. Rhoanna walked back to where Falamar and the crew waited. "He says Bourne is threatened from internal and external forces. He wants us to lead the troops in the field, to keep the Infernals from attacking Bourne while they fight the heretics inside the city." Falamar walked close enough that they could talk without anyone overhearing. "Who is the commander? He looks afraid of more than death." Rhoanna glanced back at the commander who was in the process of splitting his men, some to return to the city and other to stay and await orders. "His name is Mikel, he's the son of an Emry," she answered. "He grew up among the Sheaim before splitting and dedicating his life to the Empyrean." "That explains the tattoos. But that should make him less afraid of war." "The heretics have captured his wife and three-year-old daugher. They demanded he take his men and abandon the city and he has refused. There isn't much hope he will be able to save them." She said the last part softly, but Mikel was behind her and had heard it. If the words affected him he didn't show it. "I am the shield until the sword comes free," he intoned. "If you hold the line I will scourge the heretics from Bourne and Basium will have a base to launch his war from. If the Infernals slip through your line then Bourne will fall and the devils will consume this land. I will give you some of the guard to stand with you. Will you battle Hyborem?" "Yes," Falamar answered without hesitation, "take care of Bourne and leave the devils to us."

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