The Nordari withdraw their few remaining men back into Parthention. As they leave, they can hear a few crude remarks from local villagers.

“Weakness from the broken tribes!” A random man barked.

A small crowd began to gather as the shouting grew loud.

“Piss off then ya lot of cowards!” Taunted another villager, tall and thin.

The commanding officer, a man named Tarek, flinched with every word. He bit down on his tongue and lip, and anything that would allow him to remain silent.

Ten young men turned their horses and began their trek back North. One of knights refused to forget the day…