But while such words were being exchanged within the Broken Gate Fortress, a mere few days travel south, on the opposing end of the mountain pass, outside the now stone and steel carved city of the Emperor's Reach, where Hamilcar and his invading army first made landfall into Murathicus lands, a similar set of words were being exchanged by men of far lesser station in life, in the neat and orderly military camp that they'd constructed and inhabited for nearly an entire month now.
"Blaithe, I've brought the fire wood." Said an energetic voice, belonging to a young man of brown skin and hazel eyes, wearing a white linen shirt and dark green pants, along with a pair of brown boots, and a dishevelled head of curly, light brown hair, that many would describe as a bird's nest comically built across his scalp.
And he was currently heading towards his squadron's tent, ladened with the weight of dozens heavy cut logs, tied and arranged neatly to his slightly bent back.
