As the Vales men retreated from the fierce river battle, they sought solace and regrouped in their main camp. The sun had set, casting a velvety darkness over the forest that surrounded them. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of weariness and determination, as the soldiers, bathed in the soft glow of torchlight, worked diligently to rebuild their strength.
Within the heart of the encampment, torches were strategically placed, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the trees. The forest, usually a place of tranquility, seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of the kingdom's struggles. The leaves rustled softly in the evening breeze, whispering secrets of battles fought and victories achieved.
The main camp, nestled amidst the mighty trees, was a hive of activity. Tents were illuminated from within, their warm light spilling out into the surrounding darkness.
