The Spirit of PolandChapter 2
Anelie knelt beside the dead Elven soldier. The uniform was a new one to her. The thin leather tunic had been dyed a dark blue, its accompanying kilt an equally dark red. Both were unadorned apart from the fasteners needed to keep them on the creature's wiry body. It did not match either side of the still continuing civil war. A new unit, serving those who now controlled the former Nowy Kiev? Or a third side? She frowned. Anelie did not like any of the options. Especially one which lead to...