So keep your silence, and know: This man, unless slain, is fated to die.
Another.
Her face contorted with pain and effort, Keladry of Mindelan tried to fight off another Scanran. True, the war was over, but the hatred of the Scanrans was not. These little raids had been going on for a while now, and were getting ridiculously tiring. As she sliced through yet another Scanran, one more took the dead one's place. Finally, all the Scanrans were lying on the grounds just outside New Hope, and all were dead, or almost. However, for every ten, Kel could see one of their own, and that was what got her most of all. Sighing, she turned away, and went to organize a burial duty.