Asag, Jarza, and Egil stood in front of the towering gates of Yarzat, the city's stone walls looming high above them. The three of them, alongside a dozen of their men, had returned from their duties at the refugee camp after weeks of hard work. Now, they were back in the heart of Yarzat, waiting for the gates to open and let them in. Dust from the road still clung to their travel-worn clothes, though their spirits were high.
The journey back to Yarzat had been long, but the thought of what awaited them made it worth the trek.
The men with them, hardy soldiers who had seen much under their command, stood in disciplined silence, though they too shared the excitement that buzzed in the air. In just a few days, the wedding of Alpheo, their commander and closest friend, to Jasmine would take place.
