The bells chimed in response to the sound of horns echoing over the hills, the sentries bringing the instruments to their lips warning of the imminent arrival. Men and women across the capitol lifted their heads to the ruckus as the Guard mobilised, clearing the streets in preparation. Nobody had expected this today. There had been no warning, no advance notice. The first sentry to be alerted got word from a runner who raced down the road to hail their approach. Word travelled fast when the identity of this party was established. Within an hour the Citadel was buzzing with activity as the Guard’s horns travelled through the Realm. By the time the bells tolled to alert the denizens, the Guard had assembled at the front gates and the relevant people were prepared.
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