Close to four hundred warforged lined up, making companies as they started to move. Their captain had given them their orders, so they set about to fulfill them. More than one of the living machines had reservations about their new orders, but they did not argue. Cannith had drilled into them that questioning orders meant their demise.
“March!” 7824FB called out. They marched, an unwavering, untiring line of death.
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