first battle

It was the day of the big attack on the Dourhand docks. Hawk woke early, but even still Xan was already gone, no doubt mustering their odd assortment of warriors and making last minute preparations. Dressing and putting on his light leather armour, simple and not exactly well-fitted, he gathered his weapons and rode to the meeting place. The cold wind stung his face and eyes and blew back his wild hair and Hawk relished in the last quiet moments he was likely to experience that day.