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The slender Kethie cleans her glasses with the corner of her cloak as the dust settles around her. Her benefactor had paid her a large sum to locate this forgotten place, and after weeks of pouring over ancient maps, she had pieced together the location of  the temple. Now, she has a decision to make. If she reports the location of the temple to her benefactor, it would be ruthlessly stripped of valuables. But, if she kept the location hidden, she could preserve the long-forgotten knowledge contained within. For a savant, knowledge is more precious than any sum of gold.

 

The aging human warrior silently assesses the soldiers under his command. They are exhausted and almost out of supplies. It is the tenth day of the siege, and the graying warrior knows that no reinforcements are coming to their rescue. He is too old to be of much use in battle, but if his soldiers follow his orders without hesitation, they might have a chance of survival. He stands up, and for what could be the last time, he tightens his belt and draws his sword.

 

A young minotaur bends over his unconscious comrade in the midst of battle, his hands shaking as he examines his brother's wounds. His clan had spent a small fortune sending him to study at the finest university in the land. All the hours spent in lectures and libraries, all for this moment. He thinks back to his lessons as he begins to dress his brother's wounds.