1. Ace of Shields
The men have ridden away, brandishing sword and axe. Now old and young are gathered in what safety we can provide. Our past, our future - if Rohan is to survive, these must survive.
Without the children, all would fight. But in them sunrise is already captive, a dawn of hope and continuance. The old, in a culture such as ours, are the last chance for our history and stories to survive.
That leaves only us. We are the shield wall of the sacred lands, our bodies the last defense between the family and the foe. I understand. I am ready
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