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Ephram nodded, taking the ring and putting it back onto his finger. "Go wash up." Myra left, and Ephram followed her out of his tent. Ephram turned to one of the guards outside his tent. "Find Ashton for me." The guard nodded, then took off towards the training grounds.

About an hour later, Ephram stood in front of his assembled troops. He cleared his throat, and began to speak.
"You men and women have served me loyally, and for that I thank you. It was your courage that won us the battle at Tirea, your valor that carried us to victory at Felica. If it wasn't for your trust in me, our march here would've collapsed under constant Imperial attack. Now, I ask you to continue your efforts here at Florence. Our enemy has had time to fortify their walls and gates, and their men are well rested, but they fight for the wrong reasons! They fight because they are threatened by their superiors, but WE fight because we seek to right the wrongs that have been done to us! That is what shall carry today!" Ephram looked at a dwarf in the front row. "Guther, are the engines ready?" The dwarf nodded. "The catapults are loaded as per your orders, and the rams' wheels were oiled this morning." Ephram nodded, and looked to another soldier, this one a Kul'. "Raaffi, are your healers ready?" The Kul nodded silently.

At this, Ephram raised his spear into the air. The assembled men cheered, and began their final preparations for battle. Cavalry mounted their horses, engineers ran to their engines, mages, shaman and healers took a small sip of drink to calm their nerves. Ephram nodded to Ashton. She ran over to a group of magi, and spoke briefly with them.

The magi summoned an illusion, a mighty dragon that took to the sky, and flew over to the elven camp. A few minutes later, they walked over to Ephram. He raised his spear again, and the army marched out of the camp.