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Lake Myr Two days after the jarl of Isarn's feast, the Order army at Lake Myr was nearly ready for departure. Troops, weapons, and supplies had arrived from all over Adalrik as well as Ealond to the west, and the more seasoned among the veterans and the men-at-arms had been drilling the newly conscripted soldiers. Nicholas from Tothmor was in a different situation being an archer. While any peasant or man off the street could be given a spear and a shield and taught to stand in formation, archers had usually learned the art before being hired by the Order. The close-combat soldiers needed to learn to fight as a unit and thus required extensive drilling together, the archers simply needed to be able to shoot their arrows fast enough to keep up the volleys. They had also been given short sw