The desert sun shone with an intense heat. Staring ahead, Lord Limb looked at the empty desert before looking around at what remained of his exhausted party. Even leading the raiding forces, they had already learned of Hyman's fall to lord Carter and the Valley's retreat. Sensing the opportunity, many of the prisoners he had taken to lead his raids in the desert had deserted. Although he had been ordered to execute any who fled, he had done nothing. The desert was its own death sentence, and those who could survive leaving would likely not be able to control themselves with their freedom.
Despite that, the few knights he had taken that still had some loyalty were beginning to shake and wishing to leave. Lord Limb knew it was only a matter of time before they either turned on him or ran, and he had a choice to make.
"Right now, which Dester Lord territory are we in?" Asking his second in command, he looked at the man with his empty gaze, making him flinch.
