Chapter 139 - Chapter XXVIII: Raiders and Emissaries [5]

The chamber was dead silent, with its sole occupant preferring a serene company. It was the height of noon, and Velmund stood behind the mullion, arms crossed behind his back. His gaze had fallen to the training ground, dotted by target dummies and rack of weapons; wooden and blunted. Eager youths and passive veterans alike roamed the field, honing their craft and faculty for killing. A squadron were visibly performing group tactics as well, preceded by a knight with a surcoat of House Walruse. He wondered, Is this the scenery my father was frequent to see?