A three-masted vessel flying a scarlet flag emblazoned with sword and stars had drifted past Berea Town into the Loch, heading due north. She was expected to reach the far side of the Byrd Isles before midnight, placing her arrival at the castle in the early hours before dawn. Wasting little time, Steven ordered up defenses. Sentries armed with signal torches watched from strategic points along the coast and in Rangaard's towers. The King's Right Hands prepared formations, sharpened weapons, and whispered prayers.Long had it been since the Pirate visited us at home. We'd be ready for his call.
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