The day is yet to come to its full strength as the morning sun slowly moved across the sky. Clouds drift about, casting light shadows on the land. It is yet another of the many mornings in the aftermath of the battle. Another day for the inhabitants of Titledom to go about their daily activities. All on a bid to make living even worth it.
However, today, there is a different stream of thoughts that flow in the hearts of the heavily armed, ragtag group of people.
Wearing different attires, ranging from simple loin clothes to complex armor of leather and metal, they walk on. Each of them has a type of weapon strewn across them in sheaths or simply exposed to the open.
Those with warhammers heft it over their shoulders' like a prize, their bulky mass supporting the weight. Others hold spe
