The Bannermen 7 – Mak-a-Tuk

Tuck hurried through the streets of Eastham, weaving between the taller humans and their carts and horses. The morning was cooler than normal for this time of year, and the dew on the flagstones made the streets a little slick in spots. But Tuck was pretty agile, and his big feet in his leather boots gripped the ground as he dodged this way and that toward the outer walls of the town.

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The Bannermen – Professionals

Harvir’s practice sword fell to the ground with a muted clang. “No! Do it again!” Barim’s voice thundered across the field where the infantry was training. Even though Barim was admonishing the entire company, he was staring right at Harvir. Harvir gave a rueful smile as he picked up his sword and retook his ready stance. ‘By the gods, I’m out of shape,’ Harvir thought as he raised his practice shield in a half-hearted salute to his sparring partner, a younger, smaller and faster man named Filian.

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