Middanhal

In the capital, they were anxiously awaiting news. It had been a week since the army left, and it felt as if the entire city was holding its breath. There were constant glances to the south, wondering if Middanhal would soon be under siege again. Those who had money to spare bought food for their stocks. Salt was near impossible to find and worth its weight in silver.

Inside the Citadel itself, Theodoric sat in one of the rooms of his quarters. He was seated by a ...