Caedyn had thought she'd known what she'd signed up for; she'd joined a group of powerful hunters to take down a dragon on a grand scale hunt. But this hadn't been a hunt, but a war. One with innocent folks, many likely never even lifted a sword, slain in the streets.
She'd come into the Vigil with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but her comrades still saw a change from even that fiery-ness. She was more intense, more focus, and, with mixed reactions they noted, she'd stopped leading evening moot songs. Even after the triumph over Scarlet.
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