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If we operated like royalty and just passed all the power to some weak little cunt, the orcs would be extinct by now.” “If you advanced from tribalism and did away with archaic methods of power brokering, the orcs may actually have their girl own nation. Instead you fight amongst each other for which tribe gets what acreage of forest.” Prestira replied coldly. “That’s what she’s for.” Brock said, gesturing to me fondly, “The Dark Queen can unite all tribes of all races into one nation. We won’t have to work for scraps in Ardeni Dreus, or kill for land in the Great Forest when we have a powerful empire to unite us.” “That message you sent to you tribe,” Elena cut into the conversation, “I shot that eagle down in the Spruces; they never got it.” Brock’s demeanor turned grave. “Then we must move quickly.” We turned the corner to an empty lot. One of the city’s ancient inner-walls lined the back of the lot, and I realized it was the same wall we’d walked through to enter the city two days ago. Zander revealed the enchanted door hidden within its bricks, and pulled on the handle. It didn’t budge. He pulled again. Nothing. “Highland mages!” Prestira hissed. I whipped around, my heart leaping in my throat. “Zander Fredeon!” Roared one of the men. There were five of them, all wearing white and gold cloaks with the Highland emblem stitched across their chests. Ten rangers followed behind them, their bows drawn and aimed at us. “I thought you said we had until nightfall!” Zander hissed at Elena. “They must have used a portal to get here; I didn’t think they’d bring mages!” Elena replied as she reached into her cloak. “She’s lying!” Brock growled, “She fucking sold us out! Ranger bitch, I told you she’d-” “She’s not fucking lying!” Prestira hissed, for both her and I had scanned Elena’s open thoughts the moment we saw the rangers. 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