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Deidre nods, a look of resolve on her face. "I understand, Master.  I will do whatever it takes.  I'll arrange the troops so that we may make a stand if we need to.  Should the occasion arise, you will have a bulwark.  We will see your powers restored."

Deidre bows, amd goes about her task. Armata can hear her barking orders at the soldiers, and they begin to wearily move off to one side, making a large defensive square, with the cannon on each side.

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Wordlessly, Kathra goes about her duty quickly and quietly. Both Rhun and Praetor know she has all of their memories, and thus knows what is expected of her. She goes about her task under Rhun's watchful eye, doing things exactly as Rhun would, but with perhaps a more delicate touch, not yet refined to pure rote. She is young, not much older than Nezon, with Magenta hair, green eyes, and a gentle visage.

Ibrahim and Lucida crest a hill and look down, Ibrahim lowering the lightning he has in his hand. He dismisses it and walks quickly to Rhun.

"What happened?  Jorge?  Are you all right?  Hey, old boy, look at me!" He pats Jorge's face, and feels his wrist pulse. In the middle of his impromptu medical examination, he looks up at Kathra, back and forth at Rhun.

"Who the hells is that?"