Jallas looked at the entrance of the tent when he heard the shuffling of the flap opening. His heart sank; it wasn't Dolosus. The man, whom he had not been formally introduced too, stood next to him. Obviously also waiting for the Commander. He looked tense, but excited. Like it was his first battle...but Jallas knew better, the man's eyes had that kind of lost look and his body was riddled with indications of the same.
"Calm down, your nerves are getting the better of you. Be emotionless and meditate, it helps before a battle." he said. The man probably knew this, but it was a good reminder. "And by the Gods, don't get killed out there. We all need to stay alive if we're to win this thing." Jallas exaggerated. He didn't know what else to say, so he redirected his attention to the approaching army once again. Their numbers were strong, but their soldiers were not...and that was their upper-hand.
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Originally Posted by Richard Rahl
"The past can teach us, through experience, how to accomplish things in the future, comfort us with cherished memories, and provide the foundation of what has already been accomplished. But only the future holds life. To live in the past is to embrace what is dead. To live life to its fullest, each day must be created anew. As rational, thinking beings we must use our intellect, not a blind devotion to what has come before, to make rational choices."
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