Two men were in a great circular room, built high up, walls made up of gl*censored*, overlooking the beautiful Land of Plenix. The building (commonly called "The High Tower") was right in the center of the capitol city, Klairkure.
One of the men was sitting at a desk which was full of stacks of paper, which he would skim, then sign and place in an ever growing stack. He looked weary and old. Beside him stood a man who didn't look as old, and had a wise look in his soft brown eyes.
"Commander Veran-" the man standing up said.
"-Sagacity, stop being so formal," the Commander said, waving his hand that wasn't signing papers. Sagacity sighed.
"Very well then. Veran, they attacked the walls of Klairkure today," he said, then continued, "The attacks are getting much more frequent, too." Commander Veran looked up.
"Did anyone get hurt?" he asked, his face knit with worry.
"There were nineteen injuries and five deaths," Sagacity answered. The commander cursed.
"We keep on building more walls and more defense and each time they still penetrate through our barriers as though it's nothing at all," he muttered.
"Perhaps we should stop building barriers and actually fight back, then. I have a plan. You are too old to go out and fight the Faeries. But there is one group that has offered to help us. They are a group of seven six people known as the Riders. They say they have the ability to get rid of these little brutes...And possibly see what they're planning," Sagacity said, pacing around the room a bit while he talked. Commander Veran pondered this.
"I trust your judgement. Get a messanger or two to find these Riders and bring them here," he ordered.
((hint hint. ))
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