Alpheo and his companions stood outside the encampment made near the walls of Arduronaven, The prince's dark hair was bound at the nape of his neck, and the breeze toyed with the loose strands that escaped the tie,as his eyes, scanned the horizon for signs of Egil's approach. His scouts had reported that his companion was near, and Alpheo was excited to see him once again, given the victory he had achieved in the field with the Golden steeds
Behind him, the city of Arduronaven stood, now reluctantly settled under new rule. A month ago, its walls had echoed the screams of the dying and the clash of steel. The siege had left its mark: decomposing cadavers, and corners of the city where rubble had only recently been cleared. Yet, for all its scars, the city now breathed anew.
