While independent from the Valkyon Federation, the farmers of Lee's End were at least friendly, unlike the rest of the farmsteads, which were loyal to the Free Brotherhood. Lee's End was a farming community at the eastern end of the Freeholds. The prefect must have noticed the glint because he glared down at the young mystic. Traius nodded, wearing his most somber expression, but his steel-gray eyes gleamed. "As ordered!" Traius barked, happy to have work. Find out what you can and help the stalwarts." Besides, the refugees could always use someone to heal their hurts. Judging from your hangdog look, a little exercise will do you some good. The troops at the vigil are stretched too thin to investigate, so I'm sending you. The refugees at Lee's End reported seeing strange humanoids helping the Free Brotherhood. Someday, when you're all grown up with prefect's pips of your own, you can make your subordinates wait. "Of course, I apologize for making you wait a whole minute.
I'm trying not to screw up this report to the Justicars in Velika." The prefect muttered. "Traius, I know you won't believe this, but I really did notice your presence. Traius tried to wait patiently, but it wasn't in him. The prefect didn't look up, but kept his nose buried in his scroll. Traius jogged up to the prefect, saluted smartly, and stood at attention. "It always is." He grabbed his scepter and flipped a gold piece to the popori bartender, who wagged his tail. "He, ah, said it was important," the keener added. The youngster fidgeted as he waited for the castanic to say something. One of the new soldiers, armor not even knicked yet, stared back at him.
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