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2nd of Morning Star

"Save yer sweet talk," the guard replied. "The governor ain't coming here. You want to talk, you come inside. Without those escorts of yours."

5th of Morning Star

"The last people who tried to take this fort were not the crusaders of the Nine Divines," the Lancer replied. "Each and every one of us is a skilled warrior. We outnumber you two to one, and we outmatch you a ten to one. It would do you good to surrender. But if you do not, then that is not a problem for us - we would gladly remove you from the fort by force, if you will not go on your own accord."

12th of Morning Star

Vermeir Wastes was, quite true to the name, a waste. The houses looked dilapidated and unmaintained, and its stone wall crumbling and old.

Up on a tower, a ridiculously tall man appeared.

"The high and mighty 'soldiers' of Wayrest finally show themselves, huh?" He taunted. "You think you can bully us, with your fancy shining armour? I bet none of you have ever even seen battle!"

4th of Sun's Dawn

(How many engineers didja bring?)

The guards of Craester's Arm were scurrying around like ants on their wall. What they were doing, the forces of Hegathe couldn't see.