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the unrest. Please consider this solution as an alternative to suppressing the

unrest with force.

Sincerely,

Lieutenant Colonel Alyssa Travonte

What the hell? I close the letter and put it back on Mom’s desk, then turn

to the giant map hanging on the wall directly above me.
Unrest isn’t new to Tyrrendor, nor is the sentiment against conscription,

but we certainly haven’t heard any political rumblings in Battle Brief. Other

than to quell discontent, it would make no sense to increase defensive
spending there, especially since it holds our fewest number of outposts due

to the natural barrier provided by the Cliffs of Dralor, which are unscalable
by gryphons. Tyrrendor should already be one of the safest provinces on the

Continent. Well, except Aretia. Where that capital should be, there is only a

scorch mark, as though the burning of the city has singed the map as well.
I study the map for precious seconds, noting the battlement markers

dotted along the countryside. Logically, there are more outposts along our
more active border zones and, according to this map, more troops in those

locations.

It shows all of Navarre, Krovla to the south, Braevick and Cygnisen to
the southeast, and even the barriers of the Barrens, the ruined deserted lands

at the southern tip of the Continent. It also shows each of our outposts and

supply routes within Navarre.
A slow grin spreads across my face.

“Hey, Second Squad. I know what we need to steal.”

It takes a matter of minutes for us to haul the map down and cut it away
from its frame, then another to roll it, securing it with leather ties Imogen

pulls out of her satchel.
Liam whistles, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest.

“Shit!” Ridoc races to the door and cracks it open as we all prepare to