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With the children a little bit older, a touch more robust, Modesty had made the trip north to see if Dread had run off to the cathedral on Deluge's suggestion. With no trace of him found in the north, she made her way back past the Armada, stopping in at the markets to gather some more supplies for her saddle bags for the trip home.

Her antlered rabbit kept close, tucking under her body in the way Jael once had when they visited this place. She tried to keep the sour expression off her face as she bartered and traded with the vendors. Her kite perched on the side of the cavern, keeping watch from on high.

The Raider's and the Armada weren't exactly on the friendliest of terms, but she didn't feel any danger from being here. If she spotted the new leader, she would try and get his attention, otherwise, she would be on her way before the sun set, eager to be home to her family.

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