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Torsty
Guest
Jarmil had retired to his private quarters to be alone with his thoughts for the evening. All day he had spent his time greeting, welcoming and sharing his emotions with friends, family and former students. His mind was tired, at least it would make sleeping easier.
The situation had a bitter-sweet feeling to it. It was nice to see so many familiar faces in the Citadel, some of whom he had not spoken to for years. If only they had not been reunited again under such circumstances. There were all kinds of emotions being expressed by the entrances, some cried, others hugged, while some even had a laugh before they hurried off to get settled in. If one choose to look at it positively, the fact that the Swordsingers were not as great in numbers as they once used to be meant that there would be no problem for people to find a place to sleep and food rations should not become an immediate issue.
But most revealing were the reserved and slightly shocked faces who arrived back home to what was to become the scene of a battle which would go down in the history books. Every member of the order had some relationship to the Citadel. To Jarmil it was his home, his birthplace, his playground. It was where he had met the love of his life, where they had married. It was also where he had received his first scolding from a preceptor, it was the place he wanted to escape from as a kid to discover the vast world outside. It was where they had held her funeral. Keeping the Citadel away from the hands of the Dovrian forces.
The situation had a bitter-sweet feeling to it. It was nice to see so many familiar faces in the Citadel, some of whom he had not spoken to for years. If only they had not been reunited again under such circumstances. There were all kinds of emotions being expressed by the entrances, some cried, others hugged, while some even had a laugh before they hurried off to get settled in. If one choose to look at it positively, the fact that the Swordsingers were not as great in numbers as they once used to be meant that there would be no problem for people to find a place to sleep and food rations should not become an immediate issue.
But most revealing were the reserved and slightly shocked faces who arrived back home to what was to become the scene of a battle which would go down in the history books. Every member of the order had some relationship to the Citadel. To Jarmil it was his home, his birthplace, his playground. It was where he had met the love of his life, where they had married. It was also where he had received his first scolding from a preceptor, it was the place he wanted to escape from as a kid to discover the vast world outside. It was where they had held her funeral. Keeping the Citadel away from the hands of the Dovrian forces.