Brat Khresti enters the great room with a somber look. No one died in the battle. We didn't gain ground but we didn't lose any either, what could it be? There were empty seats at the table. Vtrara and Palomnyk were not there, nor was Kihot.
Kihot entered the room. "Vtrara and Palomnyk have served this city well and faithfully for many years, but they have decided to leave the order. They have been called back to their homes and feel they will serve their purpose there. Our numbers are weakened and our rank grows small, but we have been granted a great gift. Those of us who remain are steadfast in our mission and our scope. More than ever, we need to form an unshakeable bond for the good folk of this city. We all need to get better, be better. Orden Molotka will rid this city of the plague that ails it."
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