“ Hey brat get to the back or i’ll beat the life out of you” , a middle age knight said as he looked down on me.  I let out a straight punch catching him off guard while hitting his chin dropping him to the ground. He looked dazed as blood flowed from his mouth I let out a small laugh and began stomping on his face until he went quiet. As I looked up all the surrounding knights began staring at me, some had looks of interest other anger. I knew I had to defuse the situation but before I could say anything Karas walked up and said, “ Calm down folks nothing to see just a minor dispute.” To my surprise they seemed to look down when he spoke and went back to eating. My hunger sent sharp pains through my stomach so I just pushed the matter to the side and got my rations. It was a green soup that looked poisonous and inedible but I swallowed the whole thing down. It looked like Karas was talking but a felt sleep take me into it’s embrace shutting his voice away.

   During the morning the sun gradually pierced the fog and spread a pleasant warmth on my face  after I slept on the floor for a while, curiosity impelled me to inspect my equipment. After cleaning them I walked to the city gates it seemed Karas was still asleep so i didn't wake him. The city gates for the most part looked undamaged but all around it lay the bodies of brave defenders. A headless torso was jammed into a wooden beam. His head and neck were gone while his cartilage gleamed out of of his reddish black flesh. I found it difficult to fathom it was a peculiar feeling looking into dead eyes. Men wearing all black attire removed all the corpses that littered the floor knight and beastmen alike. I looked for a sunny spot beneath the rampart and began stretching and practicing my sword forms. After I was done  I walked to the top of the rampart and caught the image of beastmen tents lined across stretching throughout the plain. Groups of knights slowly made way to the top and began taking defensive positions. I walked back to the city plaza but this time what caught my eyes were the swarm of women and children clammering around the streets. They were walking around and seemingly stocking up on whatever they could afford. I walked past the crowd and entered the plaza going straight until I saw a familiar face it was karas sitting upon a beam cleaning his sword. I sat down next to him and asked “ Is it safe all of them being out, while the beastmen army is camped outside.” He looked at me and said. “ Of course beastmen only attack at night something about tradition.” I glanced down on the sword he was still cleaning and was shocked to find out the quality. It was a straight one handed bladed sword that gave out a dangerous looking silver luster. I looked at and said “ Impressive sword you have there how much did it cost.” He replied “ Nothing it's a family heirloom passed down to me my father is commander Vace you must have seen him on the wall yesterday” . I replied “You mean the guy that was killing beastmen with his bare hands” He said with a proud look on his face “ Absolutely my father is a powerful rank three warrior he’s slain over a thousand beastmen in  a day.”