Feather came over to Delegado, easily finding his master atop the tower. The hawk was squawking and flapping its wings anxiously. Curious, the half-orc used a spell to connect his thoughts to the bird. Speaking across the shared impressions that linked their minds, Delegado saw the images that the sharp-eyed hawk had seen.
“Oh, f’test,” Delegado whispered. “Chubat!” he bellowed. “Chubat!”
“What?” came the angry reply from down below.
“There’s a few hundred warforged with bloody swords heading this way!”
“Toss me your healing potion!” the dwarf thundered.
“What?”
“For the mayor! People will listen to him!” Chubat insisted. “He can bring order and help us prepare!”
Delegado tossed his last reserve healing potion to the dwarf who caught it expertly. “Let’s hope you’re not wrong,” the half-orc whispered to himself as he began to scramble down from his high perch.
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