After tirelessly patrolling the borders, defending the cities and their vulnerable inhabitants from the clutches of Archbishop Samson's menacing forces, Dean and his loyal companions finally returned to the main camp. They were greeted by the knishts and the warriors who seemed extremly excited as they were anxiously awaiting their arrival.
Dean wasted no time and quickly made his way towards the gathering of commanders. His mind was filled with the urgency of reporting his findings before seeking respite for the day alongside Luna and the rest of their weary group, who had went to rest ahead of him.
As Dean stepped inside, a collective sigh of relief swept through the room. The commanders had been concerned for his safety, aware that he may have encountered formidable adversaries that could have posed a significant threat to him or worse.
