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	~~<span class="DROPCAP">W</span>e~~ heard the clarions from the shop in Lor. Mother and I had hidden there when Blood's army drew near to our home. We were trapped, we thought. The guards had the gates locked off. She was crying, I remember, because father was in [[Prantz]] still, waiting to fight.		We heard the clarions from the shop in Lor. Mother and I had hidden there when Blood's army drew near to our home. We were trapped, we thought. The guards had the gates locked off. She was crying, I remember, because father was in [[Prantz]] still, waiting to fight.

	We heard shouting and marching feet, and I looked to see if the soldiers had come. Mother begged me to come away from the window, but I had to see. It was not troops though, it was men and women wearing the brightest, wildest clothing! I'd seen those who adventured before but never so many. They held the flags of all different gods; it was like the entire heavens had at least one follower there. They marched past, and I remember thinking so many of them were not much older than me. They did not talk, every face was tense as they marched in and gathered by the gates. I decided then that I must help. Mother begged me to stay, but it is my city too and these strangers would defend it, while I cowered? No.		We heard shouting and marching feet, and I looked to see if the soldiers had come. Mother begged me to come away from the window, but I had to see. It was not troops though, it was men and women wearing the brightest, wildest clothing! I'd seen those who adventured before but never so many. They held the flags of all different gods; it was like the entire heavens had at least one follower there. They marched past, and I remember thinking so many of them were not much older than me. They did not talk, every face was tense as they marched in and gathered by the gates. I decided then that I must help. Mother begged me to stay, but it is my city too and these strangers would defend it, while I cowered? No.