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You recognize the emblem of Salony, the smallest of the Stornland nations. The two soldiers are dressed in the uniforms of mercenary swordsmen from the town of Amory, which is situated close to its northern border. Fear and suspicion grow stronger and you try to fathom a reason why these soldiers of fortune are here on this remote isle, 1,000 miles from their homeland.
One of the men struggles to his feet and begins walking towards you. You sense that he has not seen you—he is merely answering the call of nature—but you decide that it is wise to slip away. Under cover of the forest you return to the front of the building.
