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The Frumentarii recount to you the words of one old woman, Shaunna of the hill fort village, hunched with the plodding burdens of the land, her face weathered with the years - drudgery that has hardened her eyes to withered wells of bitterness. She mutters:
- When you see the skies aflame it is best to run. That is how they get you... my little daughter took no heed of the tales and warnings. Now, she is lost forever. I shall never forget her name. Poor Scarlett...
