Tension in Tilverton
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As whispers of an impending attack on Tilverton drift from ear to ear, an uneasy silence falls over the military settlement. By nightfall, sentries are doubled, their gazes sharp and unyielding, each shadow seeming to hold more than darkness. Sendings flare with urgent warnings, casting a chill over the barracks as caravans to Tilverton slow to a trickle. In the dead of night, reinforcements arrive—not trained soldiers, but weary militiamen, bolstered only by a few stalwart retainers from House Delzuld and House Braerwinter. They take up their posts, their eyes cast warily to the Storm Horns, where unseen enemies lurk just beyond snowy peaks and winding canyons.
All eyes turn to the mountains, where the cold winds whisper of bloodshed to come...
