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[Markhan pens a missive and sends it off with a runner-hound. It barks once and then it boils across the sand like a musket shot, headed straight for HQ and the officer mess. It might be more safe to use a runner but the missive needs penning and delivery fast and so the hounds will do.
You've seen then come in, at times, from scouts and others - they bound right up to the officers and fair tackle them. At least the thought of Cmd Isenfrii bowled over with his evening meal serves to succour the soul]
[Two hours later, clearly marched out here at brief, gruelling triple-time, a gaggle of hard hitters with extra allowance from the Company quartermasters begin to trickle in. They get a ragged cheer from the tired troopers. Everyone is too fatigued to do much more than raise their hands and offer a few brief cheers.]
