North Port.
When the grand Castel cavalry returned from "suppressing bandits," the original troop of one thousand five hundred had swelled to more than two thousand.
The citizens stood on both sides of the street, curiously watching the army entering through the city gates, especially those in the middle of the military ranks, who had already laid down their weapons and whose armor and shields obviously bore the violet insignia of the surrendered troops.
"They're the Violet runaways who wreaked havoc up north!"
"Are those the ones? I heard they beat those noble masters to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers..."
"That's right! I heard they even plundered Nasser Manor, yup, the beast that enforced the Right of First Night in his domain!"
"Well done! They really vented our anger for us!"
"But in the end, they still fell to the Count."
"After all, the Count is more powerful, isn't she? She's the one who could lead Castel to defeat the Allied Forces of two duchies!"
