Herschem flew into position, some one hundred feet above the ground. He enjoyed the feeling that flying gave him, making the people on the ground so small and ant-like. Privately he also felt relief that he would not see the bodies up close. Herschem hated Thrane and he hated Karrnath, but he did not hate the Reachers. They were his countrymen once. When he was a young man his family had owned a vacation home in one of the larger villages. Still, he would do what he had to do.
He was about a hundred feet above the ground, just south of the inn. He spun slowly, sighting all of the buildings. There had been new structures put up since the spies had reported back to Aundair about this town some five months ago, but nothing significant.
He began to prepare the fireballs and lightning bolts. First the inn, then the House Sivis station, then Valadis’ headquarters, and finally whatever was holding a bow.
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