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Battalions adorned in cobalt and white armor ride out upon horseback, gilded crests sewn into banners indicating their source. Hooves stamp into wooded landscapes as those less conspicuous, shrouded underneath groves, situate themselves where canopies obscure plain sight. Knights bolstering resplendent armor coordinate alongside druidic forces with supply carts dragged by steeds. Proclamations surface from the very vernal Queen establishing wartime preparations:

"Several seasons ago, it was your leadership that assaulted our people without providing the due diligence of payment for maiming them; merely another moment later, and your Drakanite bandit operated in tandem with opposition malicious to these very lands. We were coerced into weeping for our losses as she did so once more, and now, you brokered an alliance with Fel agents who desire unnecessary turmoil-- stole one from Caethir from us. The balance has been left askew long enough, hinged on your incompetence, Felice.

Return Ser Isshin Ryuma or continue to suffer the consequences of your actions with corrective bloodshed."

Caethir marches to perish the misaligned at Arcadia's side.