Less than a month ago, an impressive column of knights, Templars, soldiers, and the many servants who supported them, marched out of the Summer Villa in the name of justice. Their armor had been polished until it gleamed in the sun, their banners snapped crisply on the wind and they resembled a sacred host, blessed by the Holy Lord of Light himself, ready to slay the demons responsible for Sir Broll's violent murder and dismemberment.
Now, the column that returned to the summer villa looked very little like the one that had left. The shining armor and bright tabards had been covered by a layer of grime that no amount of attentive cleaning in the field could remove. The banners hung limply, covered in even more dirt and grime.
