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🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

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-- Farewell.

Knowing Argos, he will choose the time to finalize the mission details himself, and Ushumgall retreats to his chambers – more precisely, to the tidiest and smallest room in the dilapidated and plundered little house. In these chambers, there is even a table and a creaky bed; if you try to lie on it, you can sink to the floor – but of course, he has commander's privileges; he can't sleep in the common pile on the floor, fighting all night for a spot under a warm cloak.
-- Dismissed, comrades... -- the commander whispers in response to the discordant chorus of snoring that greets him. After spending an hour filling out a new journal and another half-hour drawing tactical diagrams in the margins, he finally falls asleep and embarks on a new day.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers