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[Meanwhile, Elsewhere]
" I have to tell you, Legion-hoof, this is not how I imagined the rescue going.
Any of you have any bright ideas? I'm starting to run out of crates, curses and clever tricks. " Foreman Merili grunts and checks the straps on his old helmet. Damn thing still chafes.
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[A flurry of horsemen circle the estate and its now, in the cold light of morning, miserly thin walls. Where is the double layered defenses of this research compound? Why preserve your careful work with nothing but an iron gate? Dragged from the storage houses, heavy crates form a better barrier than the ornamental gate. House Militia, the few able to stand, grasp weapons and form up, patrol the grounds in sentry pairs. Horses rest. Riders nurse wounds. In the main building, serving as an impromptu fallback, some forty odd souls and spare bandage themselves, bleed, bawl and bicker about the future.]
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