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"The Dreamweaver...General Uaile...the battle." The Reachman muttered as he tried to remember the events.

The servants set down numerous plates of fresh fruits and vegetables, elaborate pastries and meats cooks various different ways: from simple oven cooked and bathed in a sweet sauce to ground beef cakes and large birds.

The Sultan didn't eat himself, his personal servant fed him as he laid on his side.

Kyrnil tried the food and found it quite spicy, very different from the Nordic's tradicional meal. The wine was also not something he was used to, a strong arbor wine made from the grapes of southern Hammerfell. Because of this the Nord ate little and instead decided to ask. "How's the situation here in Hammerfell? Last we heard it wasn't so good."

The Sultan gestured for his servant to stop feeding him so he could answer. He still had a bit of food in his mouth as he began. "Certainly not as well off as High Rock, with the Reachmen besieging my Skaven. My generals tried to send relief forces but the Reachman beat them back and continued their encirclement of the city."

Ysabel asked. "What can you tell us about the enemy forces?"

"They are large, I reckon that most of their Hammerfell forces are engaged in the siege." The Sultan replied. "Which is why neither my men nor those Knights have been able to break the siege so far."

"What of their leader?" Kyr asked.

"The Reachmen General? He is a formidable opponent, a Half-God like yourself my good Harbinger." Abdul said.