The harvests had been collected and the Midlish nobles were eager to wipe out the shame of their repulse at the New Year's raid. It had been years that they had tried to pass through the mountain passes rather than going around.
Scouts reported that the Valdurians had no longer manned a fort at the top of the pass, and the word went out to the border Nobles to muster their allotment of horse and foot and be ready to march as soon as summer turned to autumn..
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| "Look! We've scared an old crow, it must be an omen!" |
With laughs and boasts, the column advanced while the Valdurian Pass Watcher put his paper away and crouched down to count the force of the column as it marched up the pass with songs and shouts. When all were passed, he faded even farther into the woods and moved swiftly but quietly through the woods to report what he had seen.
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