16th of Mirtul, 1492 DR
Corporal Thorne sits behind his desk, overwhelmed by the deposition taking place; his head rests in his hands and quiet sobs wrack his frame. Thorn waits in a patient crouch near the door. Yávië sits in a chair and watches the disgraced soldier closely. Nimly continues to pace back and forth in the small office.
Nimly pauses and lo…
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