Chapter 27 : Training Day

The troops returned all at once. There was an enormous clatter of metal as men and women stomped through the camp to return to their tents. Yesterday, they had come back in waves, sounding like a din of percussion for hours. Today, however, it sounded like an explosion, like the battle was finding its way to the camp, far from the battlefield.

I stuck my head out of the tent to watch the silvery army march back. Horses and foot soldiers tromped between tents, dodging fire pits and livestock pens. There was a strong smell of sweat, both human and animal, with camp attendants scampering around to attend to soldiers and animals alike. I wasn't sure what I liked better, the peace of the camp after everyone left for the battlefield, or victorious chatter as they returned.

Taking a quick glance at the bruises on my arms and legs, I realized they had faded enough at this point that they definitely wouldn't be noticeable. Thank whatever gods ruled this realm. I didn't want Fynn to catch on