A week had passed since the defeat of Lord Ormund and his forces. The shock of the conflict had subsided, and the city of Yarzat had returned to a tense, but quiet, state. The two bodies—Lord Ormund and his eldest son Darian—had been carefully prepared and sent back to their ancestral fiefdom in the city of Confluendi, to be received by his late windown and the last of his son
Alpheo's army, now occupying Yarzat, was tasked with maintaining order in the city. However, with no immediate threats or uprisings, the soldiers found themselves with little to do. The city's streets were calm, and the citizens carried on with their daily routines, albeit with wary eyes cast toward the men in armor who patrolled the roads.
