17 October, 1345.
The sleepy town of Solen,
Along the border between Tyrene and Rothwell,
Wine center of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
Riding into the small town that had sheltered her mother the past two weeks, Odeya couldn't help but think back to their escape. She had never thought her mother capable of the feat she demonstrated but then again she hadn't seen her mother for a long time.
The wet mud on the narrow street sucked at Zara's feet making squelching sounds that interrupted the silence that bathed this small town.
The sun had barely begun to ascend from where it hid beneath the clouds but she had already travelled three towns. Leading an army was huge work especially when said army was a company of sell swords and cut throats.
