Meanwhile, nestled alongside the carriages, the Corps of Teleknights' camp buzzed with an energy that surpassed even the lively atmosphere of the Steel Legion's encampment. The members of the Teleknights, their bodies weary from the recent battle with the fearsome beasts, gathered around a crackling campfire. Each warrior held a cup fashioned from smooth wood, their fingers gripping it tightly, as if finding solace in the simple touch of the vessel.
"Cheers!" bellowed Vaurz, his voice resonating with robust mirth. He hoisted his cup high in his right hand, its clinking meeting the rim of another member's cup with a resounding clash.
"For the glory!" exclaimed one comrade, their words infused with an exultant fervor.
"For the women!" chimed in another, their laughter erupting like a joyful chorus.
