Eden stood. “Everyone’s here, so let’s get started,” she said, calling the meeting to order. Then she resumed her seat.
Lucy placed her magic compact on the table and opened it.
“We’ve made our way from Darth, to Fallique, where Zarek resides,” Rafal was heard to say. “As of now, there’s nothing much to report, although we learned of some soldiers—regular troops, not the succedunt—readying for a journey. It seems they’re on their way to the border. After that, it’s possible they’ll try to enter Oosa.
“We think the nearest city of any size to the point they have in mind is Ethanward. Not far to the east from there, of course, is Polesk, and a half-day journey southeast from there, is the palace at Shimeron. With the sketchy details we’ve uncovered, we can’t be certain of their plans. Still, we estimate the group at something under a thousand men. More, of course, could follow. We’ll provide further word as it becomes available. Until later, then.”
Lucy closed the compact and then slipped it in her pocket. “That’s it,” she said, addressing the twins.
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