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"Well sir, I over heard the attackers saying something about a great purge, or something like that. It seems that they are trying to push themselves to Dusktide. It seems they underestimate your forces, sir."

"Do they now?" Adriac said with a laugh. "I suppose this is a good thing for me, but I feel insulted. Surely the spies of Silvance are as good at reporting as my own." Adriac paused, and stood up. He began pacing a bit as he continued to speak, "You say they want to purge us, that much any darkborn would know. Any man, woman, or child in Elysia knows that the Blade Lords want to 'purge' us. Question is, what are we going to do about this?"

Adriac continued a slow pacing, but paused for a moment longer. "In the entire Path of Judgement we have one Sigilborn, me. There are no others. How many do the Blade Lords have? You don't know, of course you don't know. You're not one of them, you're a darkborn that is clear as day. You're not one of them, but you're not one of us either," Adriac paused for another moment, "Why do you run to Dusktide?"

The warlord had his own secrets to betray. Truthfully, the Path of Judgement was an excellent fighting force. They would stand strongly against any attack, but their lack of Sigilborn would hurt them. No other had stepped forward. They were cowards. Adriac was not about to let this opportunity be wasted. Still, how to recruit these warriors without betraying his lack of confidence in these fine soldiers who served him? Even if he was willing to hint at the truth of the situation, Adriac Veras refused to say out loud that the Path of Judgement was ill-equipped to handle the might of the Blade Lords.

Dusktide's brave defenders needed help.