Roblan looked up from his documents. "He'd be proud, Mother. This city stands as a testament to his vision as much as yours."
"Perhaps," Cleora murmured. "Though I fear his path has taken him far from such material concerns."
The family fell silent, each lost in thoughts of the young man whose presence had once filled these halls.
Outside, the autumn of November 1824 painted the city in golden light. Citizens moved about their business, unaware of what was approaching.
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At the city's edge, where the main trade road met Tekkora's outer walls, a group of riders crested the hill.
All of them wore the same type of cloaks with a red sigil on the left of their chest, making them all part of a group called the Crimson Blades.
The Crimsan Blades numbered seven; their leader, Gales, a tall and strongly built man, maintained his position at the front with practised ease.
