Arascus came to Kassandora's tent. "Olephia's set off with the western army." He said, Kassandora smiled, nodded, and took another swig from the bottle. She was obviously tipsy, and if she was tipsy, that meant two things: Arascus would have to restock her cabinets, and she had a reason to celebrate. "Sandfire?" He asked.
Kassandora raised her bottle, giggled, and half-shouted, half-slurred some words. "I am a genius!" Arascus sighed and poured himself a glass. So Sandfire had worked.
Mwai Ruku straightened his shirt as he stared at the representatives in the United Ardan League. It was a huge building in central Epa. Some in the government had said it would be dangerous to go and to send an ambassador instead. But then Helenna had brought him those pictures.
