Only a possible begginning
The sky was still gray with yellows and reds slowly seeping across it's surface. A breeze traveled through the camp to brush lightly against Gavlic's skin. He stood with his pack at his feet, calmly waiting for his men to assemble. There were a few birds who were awake. He watched them swerve among the tree tops and soar through the air above them. Their heartbreakingly joyous song drifted down to the few already waiting on the ground as though from a long distance. Another group of men marched over to join the group. He swept his eyes over the group. 26. There were four men who had not reported yet. He dismissed it. They didn't have to be there for another half hour. The men meandered about chatting with each other and women who had wandered up to the group.
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