The sounds drifting from the throne room let me know that orders were still being given out, even as the clashing of armor drowned out the shouts. As we prepared to rush headfirst into a war, we were still unsure of, the guards who had families spent their extra time with them. The uncertainty of not coming back home was the current mood that cloaked everyone in its darkness. Those who had small children had written letters for them on that slim off chance.
At the center of the throne room was Aaron taking in the information around him as the guards voiced their opinions to him. Each battalion of guards had their orders, and each battalion leader was entrusted with healing potions that were stocked in the royal vault for injuries that wouldn’t result in death. The fishnet sacks lined agai
