Umber

The reforging of the Blade of Fiery Might is prevented, and Ammitai discovers the meaning of the Purple Plume.

“But she’s been out there for several hours now, sir, just circling about in the woods on the outskirts of town.”

Sir Geoffrey barely glanced up from his almost finished paperwork. “Presumably for approximately half an hour longer than the last time you told me she was out there.” He had a difficult time hiding his exasperation. His new assistant was fresh-faced and eager, and while he hated to dampen the young man’s enthusiasm the numerous interruptions of dubious import were becoming intolerable.
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