Three more weeks have passed in Lanorlay.
After so much marching and fighting, this brief period of peace has been heavenly. Both you and your men needed time to recover.
The wounds from the battle and your subsequent kidnapping have fully healed.
In this three-week period, your new sets of clothing have been finished. Finally, you're no longer forced to borrow clothes from others. And the clothes the Kroridians tailored for you are beyond your expectations.
There are half a dozen sets, two of which are formal doublets, while the rest are sturdy riding outfits. You're wearing one of these riding outfits. The boots are of a fantastic quality, possibly better than those you had before. The tunic is dyed a dark green. A black spiral pattern is embroidered into both of the shoulders. A hidden sheath has been sown into the collar, and a second into your left sleeve.
You're shocked by the generosity. You don't feel as if you deserve any of it. You have no pride for what you did in that wretched war.
You shake the thoughts from your mind. There's much more important things to focus on now.
You approach the makeshift hospital complex established in the center of the citadel. The Kroridians have been… shockingly generous toward your army as well. But you're cynical enough to suspect that they're not just doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.
Negotiations between Elya and Lord Moren are still ongoing.
You step into the largest tent.
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