Good morning, nameless, we should be setting out soon.


    Not enough line of sight, and too many places for an ambush. The thought surprised him, looking around though he realized that was exactly why he felt uncomfortable. Dauntless exhaled abruptly, and if he didn’t know any better he might think the Quaelyne was laughing as the big furry shoulders rose and fell.


    Stop… Dauntless said let out as he released another large exhale.


    Even with all of our strengths, it is sometimes nice to have a clear view of what is coming. Dauntless sent them, a bit of humor bleeding through.


    Looks like your mother isn’t home.


    No, all is well. Sit, rest.


    How is it that you do that? The voice that intruded on his thoughts was not that of Dauntless, but a stronger, more feminine voice.


    It seems to be much like our own ability to communicate, but on a much deeper scale, Dauntless sent.


    He was delving his mind into the ground. It was rather impressive to watch. He was even able to tell that the water that runs beneath us is not clean. From around the corner came an impressive figure. Half again the size of Dauntless, Troublefinder''s mother had a white coat that was zig-zagged with silver streaks.


    Nonsense, you have saved the life of my kit, you are not intruding. I hope that you can find a name in your time with us. I am… Images flashed through his mind. Her staring down a spider three times her size, because the thing had been stealing kits from the village. Slightly larger, she charged into the side of a Twilight Wolf whose pack surrounded the annoying little male that wouldn’t stop following her. Fully grown, she faced down two female Quaelyne after challenging the council for the right to lead her own tribe. ...Relentless.


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    Tonight, you shall meet the other members of the tribe, and tomorrow we shall begin to repay you for all that you have done, and will do. Relentless’s statement had the ring of prophecy to it that sent a shiver down the boy’s spine.


    Engaged then unknown unit outside forest edge of Verge.


    One combatant dead, three captured, two evaded capture.


    Four Dracairei killed in initial engagement.


    Unit identified as Vigilantes.


    Four members of unit whereabouts unknown.


    Enemy killed in action:


    Corporal Jameson; Human, Male


    Enemies captured:


    Sergeant Mcdowell; Dwarf, Male


    Removed from combat by multiple puncture wounds.


    Elandria Nightwind; Elf, Female


    No longer a threat, right arm amputated during combat.


    Rundig Stormhammer; Dwarf, Male


    Removed from combat by dozens of puncture wounds.


    Has not yet succumbed to poison, recommend study if survives.


    Enemies identified but not captured:


    Warren (Surname unknown); Human, Male


    Trenton Grimbash; Half-Ogre, Male


    Both targets fled into forest, current whereabouts unknown.


    Half-Ogre hit by several bolts, likely non-combat operational.


    Squad members not present at engagement:


    Za’kereth and Za’erath; Grey Elven twins, Male


    Former members of the Nightshade clan.


    Bredwin Stoutheart; Dwarf, Male


    Drake Dearborn; Human, Male


    You have no idea, Shawnrik thought before replying. “Only a couple inches in the last year or so.” He hoped that his next growth spurt would have the common courtesy of waiting until after the dance, at the very least. The Dean had come and talked to him the day before and told him he didn’t think it was likely to occur until fall at the earliest, and Shawnrik hoped with everything he had that the man was right.