Zelderan

Entry: Third Dated: 16th of July Subject: Duty and Revenge We are so few in number, that a death of one of us is something we cannot take lightly. After the Sacking, there are so few of us Calthrian’s remaining I do not think we can start over again. I think of all of us, Zelderan has suffered the worst. The death of Sabrial, most of the Fifth Company, his son Ravenal…And now Athenna. *Isilorbor closes his eyes for a moment, fighting down dark clouds in his mind before carrying on*

Lendes stood outside the door of her manor, the sun setting casting an orange glow over the small homesteads of Heampdean. Windows reflected the sun brilliantly, winking and flicking from dozens of houses, the air hot and clammy, making Lendes sweat in her long golden dress. Standing on the doormat, she saw a small group of knights walking slowly down the road towards her, two men pulling a cart behind that she could hear even from the distance she was standing from. A banner tore and covered in dirt was lazily hanging from its poll, the wind blowing though the holes punched stabbed into it.