Naevia was the tail of the patrol. Again.
In
a warband with uneven numbers, she always seemed to be the odd one
out. They'd all known each other in the fahrar. And Argalus, who'd
been made Legionnaire, wasn't going to bother with breaking up
friends or changing the patrol style into marching in rows of three
to fit the nine charr 'band.
Drub marched beside him in the
front, as second-in-command. No surprise. They were best
friends.
Naevia trudged in the back, feeling a little envious
of the normal charr who could
so easily make friends in their own warbands.
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