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The raven soars through the sky until it comes upon a large Ocelomeh camp. It lands on the arm largest of the feline mamono who stands at an imposing eight feet. A magical earring on the leader's ear shimmers purple, opening up telepathic communication with the raven.

"Report?" she asks.

"The closest Order presence is a small platoon with its men exhausted, likely from a long march," the raven answers.

"Excellent work," the Ocelomeh replies with a satisfied grin.

With its job finished, the avian scout flies up to a nearby tree branch and takes a rest there. The camp leader meanwhile raises her weapon into the air and declares with a thunderous roar, "Sisters! Prepare yourselves for we move out soon!"