He wasn't here to free them. Not today.
Behind them, the first guards fell to a wave of freed slaves wielding broken shackles. The rain of the Scar of Lamentation began to fall clean for the first time in a century. tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn
He reached the inner yard. The slave pens. Forty-seven Dorei looked up, chains clinking. The child—the girl—was sitting apart, her face a mask of caked mud and silent tears. She didn't beg. She just watched him with eyes that had already learned not to hope. He wasn't here to free them
But tonight, the distraction was different. the distraction was different.