Agram

Forgemaster Brundul stood leaning on his hammer. He was just outside Agram with a few Dwarf Blacksmiths. He could see the dust cloud being raised by the troops from Durak-Mur. He scratched his nose and yawned. Turning to the nearest Dwarf he told him to raise the banner of the Temple.

Aesaphos saw the banner first.
“Lord. Brundul is up ahead.” He said in his horrific voice.
“Excellent. We shall rest there awhile before continuing on.” The unit stopped in front of the Dwarves. The Seer, Reena and Aesaphos dismounted and walked over to Brundul.
“Took your time didn’t you? Here’s that amulet you wanted.” Said Brundul in his sarcastic gruff Dwarven voice. The Seer took the amulet off the Dwarf, it was silver and in the shape of the Temple’s ‘T’.
“This shall suffice. Aesaphos, if you would.” Said the Seer. Aesaphos wrapped the amulet’s cord around his sword hilt. Reena was about to question what the amulet did but then Ivy came over.
“Brundul, we are going to need around ten thousand new swords, we are restocking the armoury back at Durak-Mur. Same payment as always?” She said.
“Aye. It’ll take us a while though.” He replied, unclipping a tankard from his belt and swigging it all down in one go.

They spent a few hours resting there before beginning their march again. Brundul stayed at Agram along with his Dwarves to begin work on the weaponry shipment.
“How far is it now?” Asked Reena. The Seer chuckled, but it was a mirthless laugh.
“We are still a while away yet. We are not yet out of our lands.”
“It will be dark soon though, should we have stayed at Agram?”
“You have been listening to too many outsider scholar’s tales. The Watchers do not attack members of the Temple, and they would certainly not attack me.” Said the Seer, slight annoyance in his tone. “Besides, it always grows darker in our lands before any other. The Idol influences our weather and daytime patterns. It will probably get lighter when we enter the Divinity’s lands.”