Third person's POV
Fog settles low over the mountains. Heavy, thick. Enough to blur out vision. But not for the rogues. They have lived through this foggy mountain. Seen harsh condition, been through the winter, whirlwind and hot basking sun rays. Now they only knew one thing, survival. Nothing too fancy, just a way to live out harsh condition.
And training, that the only way to go about it. Damon dishes out orders to a group of rogues. His command is stern and sharp. Enough to cut through rock. His body looks unbelievable tired, but not tried enough to halt practicing. A war is coming and that war needs to be won. No time for long slaving complains. Just action.
On the other hands Ronan is going through a draft. On the draft, a clear strategic description is scribbled on it. By his si
