March Forth!

The morning at the wall somehow felt even more beautiful than the ones Callane was used to.

Even though her estate, where she spent most of her days, was located quite far away from any major cities or roads, making it a small piece of paradise all for herself and her staff.

Still, with the bulk of her army now located some distance north where the war games were to play out, there was hardly anything in the area to disturb the surprisingly huge noise made by nature.

The birds chirped as they frolicked amongst the trees of the nearby primordial forest. All sorts of animals uttered their cries, be it to scare off the predators or to call for a mate to extend their line with.

Heck!

Even the path leading up to the gate was only a path in name, with the ruts in the ground left by the prison carts that brought Theodore over for his exile long since messed up by the passing of various animals and now getting invaded by all sorts of the nearby plants.