Sitting in the Golden Griffin tavern,with a big mug of ale, Arley has a straight face and is lost deep in thought as he nurses the ale. The furrowed brow and look in his eyes shows a man pondering a big thought.
He arrived in town at daybreak and was too meet others who had heard the call to arms. He had never been in a war, but the Southern Kingdom needed help. Arley was more than willing to join the fight, the kingdom had been kind to his people and it was only right to go to their aid.
What he wondered was what type of force could overrun an army such as the Southern Kingdoms?
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