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That was the worst part. They did not want to conquer the Vale. They wanted it erased—a message painted in cinders for the next valley over.

Inside the longhall, chaos. Some wanted to fight with pitchforks and hunting bows. Others wept and gathered children. An old woman named Elara, who everyone thought was deaf and half-mad, stood up. “I remember the last time,” she said. “Forty years ago. The Raven tribe. We fed them, and they left the well intact. Offer them a feast. Not to fill their bellies—to slow them down. Then we light the hidden path behind the chapel and slip into the caves.” a village targeted by barbarians

The Vale would be rebuilt. It always was. But no one there would ever again mistake a distant drum for thunder. And the children learned a new word for the mountains to the north, whispered before sleep: target . That was the worst part