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And so, the Grand-Warden did just that, taking the initiative of finalizing the strategy his brigade should now adopt.
It was his brigade, his command, naturally. But with the silent, watchful presence of the 'visitor,' he felt he couldn't just move forward on his lonesome, not without the implicit blessing of that enigmatic figure.
It was a flawed, unspoken sense of hierarchy, but it is what it is. And Grand-Warden Hamas was simply thankful to the gods that the man hasn't yet been a thorn in his side. For now, at least.
So, he officially decided that the Ashen Merchant Brigade would remain under the eerie, bone-white canopy of the Folk-men's half-skulled fortress, turning it into the brigade's temporary base of command for the next two to three weeks.
