Description
The gates stand open and there is no movement found beyond the gates but the flutter of gruntled corvids. The canons have ceased fire and no stones tumble from the parapets. The sun cannot find those who fell amongst the rubble of Auersberg.
The Ubersreik 5th limp their way back to their encampment. They are ready to make the journey home after the three-month expedition and preparations for the siege. The 5th will be returning lighter in equipment and numbers.
There is a longing for a normalcy they will never come home to.
As the doors to The Last Drop open, a liveliness to the tavern that should not be in the 5th’s absence greets them.
