My hands worked deftly, assembling sandwiches with practiced ease. Each was a small masterpiece, layers of fresh bread, meats, and cheeses, wrapped carefully and placed into a large basket. The task was a welcome distraction, a way to channel my thoughts and energy into something tangible after the morning's unsettling discovery.
With the basket filled to the brim, I made my way to the training grounds, where the clashing of steel and the grunts of exertion painted a vivid picture of discipline and readiness. The soldiers, clad in their armor, were a sea of determination, each move a testament to their skill and dedication.
As I approached, I could sense the air of purpose that enveloped the group; they were preparing for a journey, their movements precise and focused. I stepped forward, my presence drawing a few curious glances.
