“Can we get out?” she asked. ”As Ox led them from the room, Tristan turned to face the Conclave. Because of this, the Conclave fleet willprobably not last the night. To Tristan’srelief, not one did.
Rafeshrugged his shoulders, then spat some dark spittle over the Tammerland’s side. Tristan came to a stop on his back. ”“I understand,” he said. Should our sentries see the slightestmovement from the enemy, I am to be informed at once.
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