As they stood before the camp's entrance, a certain feeling overwhelmed them. Maybe it was because they had fought indirectly to protect this place, but there was something more to it now, a sense of attachment and pride that felt strangely like; home.
"Ah, you're back. Welcome," a familiar voice called out.
Turning their heads at the voice just to see Julius Polik, the middle-aged man who manned the gate offering a small smile.
Julius wasn't just a gatekeeper, though his job at the moment might have reduced him to such a title. However, he carried it out with a sense of duty and pride that made him more than what his role suggested.
"Good work," Jon said, nodding appreciatively.
Julius had already known Jon was the new leader but that didn't seem to faze him. He wasn't the type to care about who led them, so long as the weak had someone to protect them he was content.
