After a long journey
Reaching around the horizon the sky had adopted that hue of fine claret. Gaining an ever deeper shade of cherry as time wore on and causing doubt in a young Noble's mind. The day that precede had beaten down its rays upon the world and proved a deft adversary. For Nemean had not brought a hat and his cheeks hurt from squinting all day long.
Where worry had beset him at least a couple dozen times. Sighting yet another trail of smoke rising from behind a hill or having to decide which direction to take as yet another fork presented itself on the road. He had been certain he'd never make it to the front. At least, not by nightfall he assured himself now. With the war-camp clearly in view.
The standard of the company of men he led was simple. It was black and bore a golden Lion at its center. A far cry from the quality of troops that served under it. Poor form, poor formation and listening poorly to their teenage leader. Yet, despite all this, the young Noble had managed to traverse the rogue lands by himself, leading a tiny band of riders and arrived before dark as his orders had stipulated.
So Nemean rode into the war-camp. Not just a little bit unsure of where to house his men.
