Chapter 82: Leading from the Front

Beorn had checked the pan cover twice before they passed the citadel’s outer gate, and he checked it again now, one thumb pressing the frizzen down and confirming the seal without breaking stride.

The two squads behind him moved at the same pace, keeping the formation Godric had organized before they left, loose enough for the street’s width, tight enough to read as intentional.

The saber was on his left hip, acquired the previous evening from the garrison stores, and he was carrying it with the focused awareness of who knew where a weapon sat on his body but had not spent years ignoring it.

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