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“Sofrias must burn the dead within two days and we are too weak to do this after the last battle.” “We can send men. Is the battle over?” “It was when we left. There is too little strength left to fight.” “We wouldn’t ask you to do it for free,” the grizzled Sofria in the back spoke up with arrogance that the exhaustion hadn’t covered. “What do you have?” “We have the cloth and the gold we have received from trading. It is what you offered us but it is still of value. We have more swords and shields than Sofria to weld them.” Donovan looked at his minister. “You are letting us raid your village?” The minster asked confused. “You aren’t part of this war and less likely to use it against us than anyone else,” Grizzled spat out. …show more content…

Dominique dismounted at the edge of the square and walked up to where the work was thickest. The Sofria preparing their neighbors for an honorable exit of this life moved with sluggish, exhustation but yet eyed her with contempt. Instead of looking them in the eyes, she looked at the bodies to see where she could help. Then she noticed the bodies. They weren’t dissolved into puddles, but they weren’t sofria either. They were humanoid, but the skin was nearly white, not the light grey of sofria or the shade of pink and browns that made up humans and elves. The face was generic, as if they had gone back before the separation of the races. “It’s not nice to stare,” a little voice said. Dominique turned towards the voice and found a child. “I’m sorry. Just thinking about what is happening,” Dominique told the child, who was holding on to the doorframe of a house for support. “They were returned to Promethuems, but you can’t live like that anymore,” the child snorted as if it was obvious. Donovan walked up to them. “I have heard that word before Promethuems.” Dominique froze not wanting him to know too much about the Sofria. “They were the original race, M’ lord,” spokesmen named Osman answered. “I was told that story by the lady Sofria. The smith.” Grizzled humbled up and grinned. “From Split Tree?” “Yes, she told me a story.” “You know where she went?” “Did she run away from the fighting?” “I heard she

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