Prince Sven Milton, the last heir of the Milton Kingdom. He was thirty-five years old this year, but his face made him look younger. He could be considered a very handsome man with sharp features.
He wore a dark traveling coat over light armor, with a sword hanging at his waist. The clasp fastening his cloak bore the emblem of Dragon's Claw.
Two captains accompanied him, while several members of the company followed behind. They had brought enough people to protect their commander's belongings and represent the company.
They only needed this many people in case they needed to retreat. The ones with him were the strongest of his knights.
His group riding war horses approached a fortress. This was the fortress that Lucen said they would meet.
When they got close enough, Sven's group noticed how high the walls of the fortress were, not to mention the many heavy artillery pieces above its walls. Sven also noticed the rune engravings on the wall gathering mana.
