On either side of Romelia's Royal Road, two trumpeters stood tall, their military uniforms immaculate, their instruments gleaming in the early light. They each raised their silver trumpets to their lips, and the sharp, clear notes echoed down the road, cutting through the bustling noise of the gathered crowd, who could barely rein in their cheers for the victorious army.
The trumpeter on the left lowered his trumpet and projected his voice over the crowd. "People of Romelia!Proud citizens of the great Empire " he called, his voice ringing with authority. "Today, you are called to celebrate and honor our victorious imperial army, returning triumphant from their glorious campaign to cull the wicked rebels!"
