The city of Oakhaven was a colossal fortress of grey limestone built along the deep, winding bend of the western river. Behind its eighty-foot curtain walls and double moats, twelve thousand mercenary soldiers stood upon the battlements, their black banners displaying the coiled serpent of Duke Moros snapping in the cold wind. Outside the main city gate, on the wide expanse of the tournament meadows, three lavish royal pavilions had…
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