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Vol.5, Ch.3, P.13

“…Ser Rolf… and all the rest,” murmured Carola, “where be they now?”

For a while had the young woman been bent with worry in the sunroom. Situated ahigh in the Roland guildhall, the wide windows of the place commanded a mural-like view over the Talliener free-burgh. Even so, Carola remained sat and sullen; any lust for leisure was long lost.

“Freshly breaking Isfälter soil, were I to guess,” Torry answered her from across the low table. Carola’s teacup, though full, he noticed, was no longer asteam. Indeed, the air in the room hung stern and stifled. It had been but a day or two since the Víly-Gorka alliance crossed over the western borders of Former Tallien. Doubtless by this time were they parted from the territory altogether, and now found themselves south in hostile lands.

Not long remained