The night following Heila's victory, Captain Lennart roused himself from an afternoon nap and prepared to greet the setting sun before a long night of work began. Last night's events at the arena had left the men from the Vale of Mists on edge, each of them recalling the suicidal madness in the eyes of the cultists who willingly sacrificed themselves for the chance that one of their members could defeat Heila and bring her under their control.
The High Fen had always been welcoming for Lady Nyrielle and after the grand welcome they received on their first night, both he and his men had begun to relax. After months of travel, fighting, and assembling Nyrielle's ragtag army of defeated zealots and cryptic devotees, they were just weeks away from home.
