With only a week to prepare, every day was filled with matters that Ola had to personally handle.
His Warriors needed supplies.
Rusted chainmail needed to be mended with iron rings, nicked battle-axes had to be sharpened, and their bottomless stomachs were silently devouring his granaries.
All of this required Golden Suns.
"Glenn, bring ten of the men and follow me."
Ola's voice sounded muffled and grim in the early morning mist.
He hoisted the massive battle-axe onto his shoulder, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light.
Their destination was Valley Village, a pioneer fiefdom to the west of Shiyan Town.
Its lord, a Pioneer Knight, had to pay him "tribute" every year in exchange for peace for himself and his people.
It wasn't an honorable line of work, but honor couldn't sharpen a battle-axe.
Hooves trampled the muddy dirt road, splashing up murky water.
