Jeronimo, with his 2 sons Uriel and Vicente arrived at Cordal. The 3 looked exhausted, but unfazed. Immediately they went to seek out Izilda.
They found her, among a crowd of tribesman, many gathered giving and receiving instructions, others running to and fro. It was clear she was already aware of what was on the horizon,
"Izilda. Greetings. It has been many years. I see you are well and on top of things, as usual", offered Jeronimo, keeping her pace as she hurried down the path.
"Behold. The Great Sword of The Mount. Jeronimo, you look strong. Your sons are on the path to being your equal", responded Izilda, swiping back her shock of black and gray hair, from her dark weathered face. She stopped and turned towards him. <<?
"Indeed, though there isn't much time to catch up on things. I see you already know why I'm here. We have gathered all the elders from the East and the tribes are mobilizing. We are to meet in Sueta at the earliest."
"I have already seen this as the next logical step and have sent out word throughout the valley and distant hills. Most have already sent word. We are all preparing now."
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