<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fort on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fort/</link><description>Recent content in Fort on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fort/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Negotiations</title><link>/stories/2015/06/18/negotiations/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/18/negotiations/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Authors note: This is a standalone story featuring characters from &lt;a href="https://boundstories.net/storiesek/homecoming.html"&gt;Homecoming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a small courtyard, at least compared to others she&amp;rsquo;d seen. Glancing around, she doubted even five hundred could fit here, no matter how closely packed. This smallish fort near the border was never meant for the kind of meeting about to take place. This was a place for soldiers, not show.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Around her were nearly one hundred people, their rich clothing a sea of reds and yellows. Beside her stood the focus of this gathering, his own clothing even richer and brighter than those around him. Like the rest, he watched the front gate, on the far side of the courtyard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>