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Iesha
Rebel Base
West of Ragash - Amol-Kalit
Iesha watched carefully out onto the horizon, green eyes scanning across it with intricate care. She had expected Nak'Ehim some time ago, and was concerned to find that he had not yet arrived at the base. The derelict temple, though suffering from various deficiencies and disrepair was still quite sound, and had served as a formidable headquarters. Most of their regime had gathered here now - with the vizier in hand and their extraction well underway, it was only a matter of time before a lethal blow could be dealt to the Empire and their false king. But it had to be done carefully, and without suspect.Their primary concern at this point was the dragon. Even if he were to be fooled by the guise that had been conjured he would still most likely prove to be difficult, if not outright hazardous. As vizier, it was Ashuanar's duty to prepare such a contingency. Perhaps that armband which clung to him harder than skin had something to do with that. As of yet she was still unsure - the vizier was quite stubborn. Though she was not terribly surprised: such things often ran in the family. She could even recall a time when she looked up to Ashuanar with admiration in her eyes. He was much more than he was now back then - he wasn't a traitorous coward.
A voice came from behind, "Iesha, Arreg requests your presence. The vizier is ready to see you."
A sadistic smile crept across her face as she turned and entered into the temple. Never keep your family waiting long, that's what father used to say at least.
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