Eglain

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Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.

Just before nightfall, Ost Guruth’s guards climbed to the holes in the outer walls they called their watchposts. There was no gate to close against intruders, so all were attentive to riders on the road, especially those who stopped at the stables at the foot of the broken stairs leading to their derelict castle. The stablemaster held up his lantern to the Men on the ridge, swiveled the shield three times, and signaled that the newcomer was a friend.

I now have spent enough time in Bree-land’s reaches to know that I am truly, properly settled for this moment - how strange it be, then, that my errands should be taking me further and further afield!  It was my assumption when I first came here that Bree, assailed as it is by foes both secret and known, would demand my undivided aid, that my blade would be needed even within the city walls near-constantly.