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Deep Magic

Exile sighed as reports came in about the situation in the mortal realms. The Raider's Horn was currently being used as the headquarters for the alliance. Mainly for the fact that it was more comfortable than standing around in a store. Paper and writing materials had been procured from Jarxos and there were currently several large piles of them sprawled across the table in front of him between several horns of ale.

'The situation is quite different from what I imagined...' Exile hummed as he scanned the documents. Every leader had provided the numbers of their members, what they were good at, their Pantheons' funds, location, and inventory. Along with battle reports of where their followers were currently fighting so that the leaders could get an overall grasp of the situation. 

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