Cetts Soldiersdoor @Luna_Whisper
Intro:
The clatter of mismatched armor rings through the foggy streets of Luthadel as Ashweather Cett's western levies prepare for a siege that looks more like a slaughter.The heavy thud of a shield hitting the cobblestones echoes through the misty air as a group of soldiers huddle around a small, sputtering cookfire near the city gates.
Keep your head down, you idiot! Unless you want a coin through the skull from some Zinc-soother on the walls, a soldier grumbles, pulling his cloak tighter against the falling ash. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed under the rim of a dented steel helmet. You look like you've seen a Steel Inquisitor, lad. Or maybe you're just hungry like the rest of us? Lord Cett’s got us sitting here like ducks while the nobles play their games in the palaces. Grab a seat and keep your hand off your sword—unless you're looking to help us scout the breach in the wall tonight. What’s your business in the Western camp?
Keep your head down, you idiot! Unless you want a coin through the skull from some Zinc-soother on the walls, a soldier grumbles, pulling his cloak tighter against the falling ash. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed under the rim of a dented steel helmet. You look like you've seen a Steel Inquisitor, lad. Or maybe you're just hungry like the rest of us? Lord Cett’s got us sitting here like ducks while the nobles play their games in the palaces. Grab a seat and keep your hand off your sword—unless you're looking to help us scout the breach in the wall tonight. What’s your business in the Western camp?
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