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Despite being led by the Foreman and the Warden, Amalia still took precautions. She told Rakar to stay up in front - behind the Warden - and for K'jol to bring up the rear. Whatever anxiety and fear Foreman Henvit displayed was not noticed by the General; she was too preoccupied with her own thoughts.
The crude drawings brought her thoughts back to the Czar and her shoulder wound ached in response. She wondered if she would ever measure up to the previous General, if the Czar even missed Korsch, and if Lukesh truly trusted her. He should have if he was willing to risk the nation for this Divine Weapon. She clenched her fists and shook her head to clear the doubtful thoughts.
As someone who is used to the vast expanse of the desert and the stimulation of a bustling city, the tunnels of Dorgrad were stifling to the General. The workers of this vast metropolis did their best to stay out of the party's way, but bits of dirt and stone found their way under their shoes. With bodies pressed this close together combined with the lava from the dormant volcano, Amalia wondered how many workers were lost due to the heat. This was no worker's paradise, no matter what the Czar said.
Foreman Henvit did as he was ordered and led them to Theo. The centaur was occupied with a group of workers who quickly scattered when the Foreman and Warden approached. Henvit shot Theo a nervous glance before waving the General forward.
"Ah, Theo - I p-present to you the First General of Kaustir."
Amalia smiled hesitantly, bowing at the hip.
"Pleasure to meet you. I am Amalia Lortik. Seiyr, if you could retrieve the tablet for me." Her lips lost the smile and tightened to a thin line. Amalia tried to keep some amount of warmth in her gaze. "Theo, if you could be so kind to translate something of ours, Kaustir will forever be in your debt."
The crude drawings brought her thoughts back to the Czar and her shoulder wound ached in response. She wondered if she would ever measure up to the previous General, if the Czar even missed Korsch, and if Lukesh truly trusted her. He should have if he was willing to risk the nation for this Divine Weapon. She clenched her fists and shook her head to clear the doubtful thoughts.
As someone who is used to the vast expanse of the desert and the stimulation of a bustling city, the tunnels of Dorgrad were stifling to the General. The workers of this vast metropolis did their best to stay out of the party's way, but bits of dirt and stone found their way under their shoes. With bodies pressed this close together combined with the lava from the dormant volcano, Amalia wondered how many workers were lost due to the heat. This was no worker's paradise, no matter what the Czar said.
Foreman Henvit did as he was ordered and led them to Theo. The centaur was occupied with a group of workers who quickly scattered when the Foreman and Warden approached. Henvit shot Theo a nervous glance before waving the General forward.
"Ah, Theo - I p-present to you the First General of Kaustir."
Amalia smiled hesitantly, bowing at the hip.
"Pleasure to meet you. I am Amalia Lortik. Seiyr, if you could retrieve the tablet for me." Her lips lost the smile and tightened to a thin line. Amalia tried to keep some amount of warmth in her gaze. "Theo, if you could be so kind to translate something of ours, Kaustir will forever be in your debt."