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“Don’t mention it. Really,” He picked up your gifts and nodded his head towards the town, “How about we get some coffee? We’ve been hard at work enough that we need some time to ourselves. And the best ladies in the country are too busy getting over bringing more kids into the world, we can’t linger at home and give them what they deserve.”
As you enjoyed the night with your best friend, however, you were haunted by the thought of Cesare’s darker goals. How you hadn’t told Leo what was with him. How long you were willing to aid that deception for.
The men Leo sent were better than you expected, considering even the significant trade you’d given over. They were black uniformed, maroon helmeted militiamen, stern and obedient. A number of more aged officers were amongst their number- old associates of Leo, assuredly. Black might not have been a very revolutionary color on the face, but you knew why Leo had made it so. The writings of Doumer proclaimed that the stage you were in was the “Night,” the darkest hour before Dawn, indistinguishable from if the night might turn out to be eternal. Glinting brass gorgets under the collar hinted at a sun soon to be seen. Some called them Stars, apparently, for the glint in the dark.
They couldn’t quite make it to Montiferro, when you met with them and their commanders. They had quite a ways to journey, after all, and hadn’t been prepared for this sort of move, but they had come as far as they could as quickly as they could. For that you could only be appreciative.
>x3 Western Revolutionary Militia will be under your control until the campaign for Interres is concluded.
So, the future of Interres was at yet another crossroads…
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