Rendering supplies.

[Redleafe]

In recent weeks several imperial supply caravans had been robbed, specifically armory supplies. The tradesmen unharmed but blind folded and gagged, the guardsmen on the other hand dispatched with precision and purpose. It is uncertain publicly who remains responsible for these actions but rumor has it dwarves are behind it...

[Publicus]

The reports of the raids quietly make their way through the ranks of the Legions in the region. A least some recognize the names of people from Dars, Rell, Solace, Cear, Ravenwatch and many other cities among the names of the deceased guards. The weapons meant for the front mean less equipped legionaries, which means fewer readied troops for the next time Canite attacks or aerial assaults by the forces of Zumen.

[Redleafe]

Kyfier Redleafe stood at the edge a small cliff overseeing Ravenwatch from a significant distance, his hands resting on the hilt of his giant great axe as it rested within the soil of the rich earth. The sun was soon to nestle away, giving way to the birth of a new night. The air was crisp and cold, his breath protruded into a cool mist as he sighed.

"Sully, let us set camp here, we will make way for Ravenwatch in the morn."


The two dwarves would not risk the light of a fire this eve, for warmth might mean their lives.

[Redleafe]

Kyfier awoke in the morning before the sun had risen, the frost of the night still evident on the grass around him, he shivered underneath his wool blanket.

"Sully, wake up cousin, we have gear to gather and a trek for Ravenwatch."

Sully stirred, his eyes telling of needed rest and his beard ruffled.

"Aye Kyfier, Kadmiel awaits us, it wouldn't be polite 'fer us to keep him waiting."

The dwarves gathered their belongings and stretched for a little while, the past few nights of raiding caravans had taken its toll on the both of them.