LIAB 12:2
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A warlord in gold with a red cape stands in front of Tramennis, delivering a report, while the rest of his unit crowd the bridge or mill about the riverbank talking. A soldier, in a silver breastplate, runs up with a message in hand. The Warlord at Tramennis right, with raven hair, has her left hand on her face.
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Prince Tramennis: You saw it?
She turned him into a little puppet?
Like Ansom?
Jetstone Warlord: Yes, Highness. It was vile.
Jetstone Soldier: Highness?
