“Well met, Nathair,” Veradis called out. “My friend,” Nathair said. “Why are you stood against me?” Veradis took a few steps forwards, stopped only a dozen paces from Nathair’s shield wall. “Because you are wrong,” his friend said simply. And in that sentence, just for a moment, Nathair felt all of his arguments, his politics, strategies and oh-so-rational excuses fade away, and he knew Veradis was right. He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut tight. How have I ended up in this place. A pawn of Asroth? He already knew the answer. Ambition. Greed. Power. And cowardice. I am a coward. I
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