The two Black Iron cavalrymen rushed back to the frontline camp in a state of near exhaustion.
The armor on their bodies was covered in cracks, blood ran down through the gaps in the plating, their faces were pale with fear. One had lost an ear on one side, the other had a deep gash on the shoulder, and if not for the recovery potions hanging at their sides, both would perhaps have collapsed on the road back.
When they saw the banner of the Black Iron City, the two nearly fell from their horses.
The soldiers on watch immediately rushed over to catch them.
"What happened?"
One cavalryman gripped the other's hand with trembling fingers, his voice hoarse: "Report... report to Lord Varek... that transport party... that transport party was very important..."
Not long after, the two were brought into the command carriage.
