The sun quickly rose on the next day, and with it so did the various armies on the Anazoi Canyon. With the mercenary armies of Maximillian being the first to depart north, under the supervision of nearly half of the eastern army, while the rest of it merged with my own forces, as we headed north-east, to catch up with Valdour and Khairuddin at Appethus and end this war.
Yet before I could join my marching men, I had to deal with two unexpected snags along the way, The first was in the form of a message from the War Dragon himself, in which he expressed his unprecedented enjoyment of our game, his hope to play another one soon, and finally the promise of gift in honour of this new founded rivalry.
'What is he scheming now?' I thought in annoyance, but I couldn't dwell too long on this as I had to deal with the other and more prominent issue at hand.
