Sunday, July 6
Cold Visitor: Part 4b – Silas’ Encampment
A loud slamming noise came from the door on the northern wall, which was part of a double door system used to go outside without letting cold air in. Seconds after the slam, two soldiers ran into the room.
“Blood spatters.” Ilmarė leaned over to whisper in Beldin’s ear. “Covering their leggings and boots.”
Panicked looks covered their faces as they scanned the room, finally settling on Captain Penser. They ran over to her, leaning over the table and forgetting all pretense of military protocol.
“Captain,” said one of the soldiers. “Miles and Suven are dead.”
The mess hall became deathly silent. [MORE]
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