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The swirling mist breaks the outlines of tents up into strange squat square creatures, mewling in the dirt. Trees grow long fingers. The suns rays fray away into specks of colour. Sound bounces off of the adminstrative buildings and small village that has grown up around the Spanway.
Advancing down the causway at speed, the grey worked road mixes with the grey mist and the grey buildings.
The Esvacian Peltasts fall behind, pathfinders veer off to the right, wasn't there supposed to be a Legio detachment with us? In front of us?
Ah! There! People with weapons! People who-- Publius grabs his horn and blows a charge. It is probably the only thing to do, when one suddenly comes across a surprise enemy barricade.
