The sun beat down on the Fortress of Vir, its relentless heat doing little to quell the restless energy emanating from the Yohan First Horde. Thirty-six hours of respite had been granted, a brief reprieve after months of relentless campaigning.
But the warriors, hardened by years of conflict, found the enforced idleness a burden. Their faces, usually etched with the grim determination of seasoned fighters, now bore an almost impatient eagerness.
The whispers amongst them spoke of the Threian conflict to the north – a promised battle that held the lure of both glory and honor. The fear of missing out, of arriving too late to claim their share of the number of battles, hung heavy in the air.
Sakh'arran understood the Horde's psyche, approached Khao'khen, the chieftain, his gait purposeful. The request was simple, yet weighty: the Horde yearned to resume their northward march.
