Limp clouds dragged across, casting light in distorted waves on the ruined landscape of Castaway valley.
Many giant figures roamed the flattened land, carrying rows of wood and stone. With a wave of a Knight's hand, walls rose from the ground, and water mixed with clay. Many houses were already rebuilt.
Lucen wondered how they would compensate the Knights for this. Giants were slave labour, basically free.
The people occupied tents. They cooked in large bonfires and joked around despite their homes being destroyed.
Many of them were already gathering where Lucen would duel Duran. They talked excitedly among themselves; it wasn't often you got to watch a Knight fight safely.
Lucen hung back, the white hood of his cloak covering his blonde hair. He wore simple leather armor and a red shirt inside.
He was waiting for Duran to arrive. The pompous fool was late.
