Aftermath at Grodno
Matthew picked through the corpses on the battlefield, strewn about in a macabre waltz. Skeletal faces grinning still. He shivered, gaze wandering up to the sky, and then toward Lord Cador's war camp, as if tracing the trajectory of the aerial bombardment that ended the magic keeping these foul creatures together. Raising his voice from its usual soft tone, the young knight barked orders to his men to loot the field. If there was anything of use left, it would not be wasted, that much he took away from his mercantile background. He peered at one of the dead, skull smashed in the mud, "​was that before or after lord Cador arrived, I wonder."
​Stalking back to the camp, the stout youth took a moment to regard the fluttering banners arrayed amongst the tents. Sir Donald, Nicholas and William had arrived, as well as others that he did not immediately recognise. ​"​I shall see these fighting men and women of Luria before the battle is here, perhaps we can come to some understanding before swords are drawn​", he mused to himself, idling at the crossroads between these collected souls that would be committed to the fight for the empires security. "​Perhaps we can come to some mutual prospects outside the battlefield, when our work is done​", he nodded to himself, and made his way to the collection of tents.
​Whilst he did not relish the thought of facing the nightmarish creatures coming from the hills and wilderness, he at least took solace in the fact he was not alone in doing so.
