Kirienne sat in her pavilion , breaking her fast with a meal of roasted wooly-beast with spiced pears, freshly baked ale-bread and slices of cheese, all washed down with a mug of small ale. Her repast was interrupted as three scouts from one of the Highland clans came running in. "Milady, they're gone." "Who's gone?" she inquired. "The Imperials, Milady," the three scouts answered in unison. "There be no a trace of 'em anywhere." "Well, I wonder to what do we owe this good fortune," she mumbled as she slipped into the harness of her sword scabbard and pulled her dark green cloak around her shoulders, fastening it's clasp as she left the tent. She called to two of her men as she prepared to follow the three scouts, "Brax, Gyasi, summon the Righ's tae meet me at the Meetin Hall as soon as they can be there." As she mounted her war-horse, one of the men who had been monitoring Imperial transmissions ran up, "Milady, I picked up wee snippets of a message, they've cleared out. They have been called away, bigger battles elsewhere, evidently we are not as important as some of them thought us to be." Tylen, Kirienne's lord husband had just enough time to jump onto the horse's back behind her as she rode off at the gallop. Upon reaching the site where the Imperials had once occupied a small outpost, she found that there was nothing remaining but barren , trampled ground. The Imperials had left without a trace.She posted a small guard from the highland men and women she found nearby, saying "I go to tell Righ Nighthawk of this wondrous occurrence."
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