Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 70th day of Spring, Camp Lionclaw, Great Dunes
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Night fell as fast as the sun hurriedly hid into the horizon. The days were supposed to be longer at this time, but for some reason, it rested early today. It was strange, but Urfaal had more pressing matters he needed to attend to. They went back to the winding maze going to Lord Prestonheim's tent.
