In Clan Varran, the five sanctuary warriors had been instructed to blend in, to not draw unnecessary attention during their stay.
However, that plan had quickly gone off course.
It had now been four days since they arrived, and just the day before, a grand event was held. The king himself had been present, presiding over a massive bonfire where warriors and citizens alike gathered to honor those who had fallen in the battle against the Black Thorn. Every able-bodied troop, every clan member, and even family members of the deceased filled the central plaza of the city. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and incense as the flames licked the night sky, and solemn prayers were whispered for the fallen.
