“Her name was Queravia. She was one of my Seven. She and Tottenval died in the war. She led my armies, not Orthenon. It was she who won the fiercest battles in my name, directing soldiers while my other vassals rode forth and fought on the front lines.” He had to ask it. Trey whispered. “What was her class?” The wood on the war room table cracked slightly. Then Flos looked up and smiled. Tears ran down into his beard. “She was a [Strategist]. The finest in the world.” His smile slipped. “Second finest. No. No—she was the greatest of them all!” He seemed to be arguing with himself. Flos turned
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