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From the Journal of Richius Vantran:

I have been dreaming of wolves.

Sleep has become too precious for us now. The war wolves come
almost every night, and we are all afraid to sleep for fear of waking
to that terrible sound. I've had the men take turns on the flame
cannons so that some of them may rest. We've already lost our
best cannoneers to the beasts. It's odd how they know how to hurt
us. But the cannons are still working, and we have enough
kerosene to keep them going for a few more days. Perhaps
Gayle's horsemen will arrive by then.

It seems Voris doesn't care how many of his people die. These
Drol are not like other Triin. They are zealots and die too easily.
Even the cannons don't frighten them. Their bodies are piling up
outside the trenches, beginning to stink. If the wind doesn't shift
soon we shall all be sick from it. We've taken to burying our own
dead in the back trenches so they don't rot here next to us. I don't
think the Drol are so concerned about their fallen. I've watched
them leave their comrades to die when they could have easily
pulled them to safety. They don't cry out when wounded, but crawl
away alone while we pick at them with arrows. And when they die
they do it silently. Lucyler says they are madmen, and sometimes I
cannot doubt it. It is hard for us from Nar to understand these Triin
and their ways, even with Lucyler's help. He is not very religious,
but there are times when he is as inscrutable as any Drol. Still, I am
always thankful for him. He has taught me much about his strange
people. He has helped me see them less as monsters. If I ever
get home, if this damn civil war ever ends, I will tell my father about
Lucyler and his folk. I will tell him that we of Nar have always been
wrong about the Triin, that they love their children just as we do,
and that they bleed red blood despite their pale skin. Even the
Drol.