Spring 1095 SR
The sky, which had been threatening rain for days, finally let loose with a downpour, the likes of which was seldom seen in the Petty Kingdoms. The entire camp was drenched, turning the field into a sticky, muddy mess. To make matters worse, a cold front moved in from the north, bringing with it unnaturally bitter winds.
Ludwig had been a sergeant for three days now, and he began to wonder if the promotion had been worth it. It felt like all he did was run around looking after his men. Thankfully, the wounded had been moved westward to a slight rise that avoided the flooding of the field, and it didn’t take long for the rest of the company to follow.
He walked across the field, his boots ankle-deep in mud and water. Food was running low, and the captain had sent him into
