The twilight of evening had settled over the Ulfgard Garrison.
This part of the city, away from civilian chaos, was enveloped in discipline.
Faint lights seeping from the windows of the military buildings lining the wide, vaguely illuminated the courtyards where the regular steps of patrols echoed.
As Captain Roric walked forward with heavy steps, a smirk played on the face of the small figure behind him.
As they advanced towards the heart of the garrison, every Guard patrol they encountered would pause upon seeing Roric, swiftly striking their right fist to the left side of their chest in a sharp salute.
"Captain!"
Each time, Roric responded with a short, curt nod and continued on his way.
Finally, they arrived in front of the main building, larger than the others, rising in the center of the garrison area.
Roric slowed his steps. He glanced briefly over his shoulder at Aurelion.
"Are you ready, brat?" he said. Then he added "Don't overdo it."
