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Myra walked out of Ephram's tent. She reached down and grabbed her pack from the ground and headed off the the nearest spring. She needed to bathe and needed the time to prepare herself for what was to come. She walked out of the camp and into the forest.

Heading down she found the bank of the stream. Walking a little more, Myra found a secluded area and dropped her pack. Her clothes ended up in a pile as she stepped into the cold water. A gasp escaped as the temperature took her breath away but Myra fully submerged herself. The water rushed over her head and the world went quiet.

War was immanent. She knew that. Breaking the water's surface, Myra inhaled and ran her hands into her hair, pushing it away from her face.

Swimming, Myra took her time to let the dirt and dust of the hard rides fall away from her. Tired muscles and joints relaxed in the cold water. After a bit, Myra reluctantly made her way to the shore again. Stepping out she used her spare blanket to dry her body before donning her fresher set of clothing.

Once dressed she washed her dirty pair of clothes, watching the dust swirl in the water as it left the material. Laying the wet clothes out she let them begin to dry as she worked on her hair. The bone comb moved through the dark strands leaving them smooth and silky. Myra braided it tightly and tied it off.

Gathering her stuff she inhaled and steeled herself for the next step. The camp was a buzz. Everyone was preparing to head off. Myra headed off to find something to eat and then to check on Owen. Strapping his saddle and her bag on, Myra listened to Ephram's speech.

Cheers and banging of weapons sounded in the air. Myra led Owen out and then slid into the saddle. Riding him slowly through the crowd she placed him to the right behind Ephram. Giving the man a nod, she let him know she was ready to follow and for anything he might need her to do. A dragon, an illusion but a convincing one flew overhead.

The march began and Myra kept Owen at a steady pace. There was no need to wear the stallion out before the battle had even begun. There was no telling when and if Ephram would need her services.

Tension was thick in the air as the army marched out down the road and towards the capital. Myra wondered what had become of the spy and what would meet them once they arrived.

Her eyes scanned the figures around her searching for the dwarven woman. Surely Anna May had to be close by. Myra had gotten the sense that she wouldn't be far from Ephram's side.