After the short and aggressive meeting with their former deserter of a lord, the day went by swiftly in Winterseed, and evening quickly arrived. The evening wasn't anything like the usual quiet and peaceful ones they experienced with Rowan around; their mood had been shattered and broken beyond words. Women, children, and men all walked around the village with frowns on their faces. Hateful discussions about Dragun spread through the village like an airborne disease, and even the little children couldn't help but hate Dragun after seeing how their parents reacted to his return.
Brandon strolled around the village with a few soldiers as they made their way from the southern border to the northern border. He couldn't help but notice the expressions on their faces.
'Only Lord Rowan can bring back the smiles and happiness in these people,' Brandon thought to himself as he continued toward the northern border.
