On the cold mountain path of the Gray Mountain Range, Duke Casvan of Paragon and his army were struggling to travel. The knights' armor gleamed brightly, and the glory and enthusiasm of the expedition once radiated on their faces as they were full of confidence in this expedition.
The march of the Bretonnian knights in the Old World was a striking sight, an unrivaled beauty on the monochrome Path of the Gray Lady. Every knight carried three to four warhorses, each covered in finely-crafted superior horse armor. The hundreds of family crests from the ten or so duchies of the Knight Kingdom would take the kingdom's Master of Heraldry a long time to gradually identify.
Behind the formation, a long caravan comprising several hundred free people formed a long dragon, with the gentry, coachmen, cooks, commanders, priests, and a peasant infantry corps following behind. Sergeants supervised the baggage, forming a beautiful vista.
But this was at the time of departure.
