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Chapter thirteen: A [General's] love and a [Hero's] respect.

"Dis is so salty," Izabele says as she chews a bite of some dried meat, a staple food source for many travelers. Rathos, smiling sadly next to her, extends his arm and pulls his daughter to him, his eyes looking towards the campfire in front of them both," I know Iza, I know."

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