The Year 379 of the Paravanic Count,
Late Spring, the 18th Day of Selaed
The City of Kavril
"All right, my lovelies. Formation! I said formation, you pack of geldings!" The drill master's voice cracked across the students like a whip. Armor clanked and wooden practice weapons bumped against each other as they formed into two ranks, standing shoulder to sho…
