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As you try to make sense of the mixed reactions of the Silver Rose soldiers while you proceed from the hallway now accompanied by the entirety of the swords sisters who are at the very least interested in watching you fight, something clicks in the rear of your mind. Although two people could hardly look or sound less alike, there is something about the uncanny Dame Danaca that reminds you of Father Towbray. You almost choke back laughter at the thought of those two folk being somehow related or akin to one another, what connection could there be?
Your musings in that direction are forestalled by the noises of what you first take to be sounds of dogs barking. The notion of packs of dogs roaming the streets of Cathagi is believable, but the Palace itself?
You focus on the origin of the sound, apparently originating behind the threshold of the wide open giant wooden doors that mark your destination. The quarters for the Norsikaan Cohort starts with a longhall several tourney fields in length and three stories high. You’ve seen battlefields less chaotic than this. The ‘barking’ is in fact many barbarian voices raised in either celebration or mirth or anger or argument, with a generous sprinkling of their typical raucous laughter. It’s hard to tell the difference, especially when there are hundreds of them in the same room engaged in every activity imaginable from eating, drinking, fighting, talking and, in one particularly confronting example, outright rutting in the corner with a servant. The only organised thing here is the longtable, which is for the <span class="mu-i">love of Adam</span> carved from actual Aeltin wood and the racks of extremely sharp weapons sidled with the impressive collections of armour.
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