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Now, she walked between two lines of soldiers. They watched her with the wary hostility men reserved for things that did not fit their training. They were used to enemies charging, envoys sweating, and servants bowing. They were not used to a woman in a plain cloak, without any aura… strolling through their camp with a royal token; as if she were looking for a bakery in the streets.
Her status profile, if they bothered to read it, would tell them she was unranked.
Their instincts told them to keep hands on spears, dagger, other weapons and their mouths were shut.
"Where are you leading me?" She asked the young officer walking just ahead of her.
"To General Vorak camp," he said. "He asked to see you."
"Asked," she repeated, amused. "That is one word for it. You people dragged me out of a perfectly good perimeter and it looked like you threatened to poke me if I did not cooperate. How amusing!!!"
