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Tsi shrugged, he didn't have anything to say. All that was needed to be said was said. He sat in the chair and looked between the "traitor" and his captain. The rain splattered against the outer walls. Every so often, thunder was heard. Apparently, the storm was getting worse. Outside, tomorrow, everything would be muddy. He hated the mud, prevented him from traveling quietly and quickly. If only his troops knew how to travel, they would not have been late. Then again, not many of them knew how to travel quickly, it wasn't something they were exposed to in their lifetime, and it's not something that can easily be taught to others within a short amount of time. So, he would just have to deal with it. He waited for his captain's next order.
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