A Conversation by the Campfire

It was late afternoon, and the sun was gradually setting. External personnel were busy surveying the site and formulating recovery plans.

*Meanwhile, we, who had defended Claridium, finally earned a true moment of rest after our prolonged ordeal.*

We gathered around a bonfire, seated on benches made from felled logs, in a corner of the Port.

"Why did you call us all together?"

Xenia sat opposite me, looking around.

"Where's Hailey? She called everyone here, then disappeared."

"She'll be here shortly."

Not just us, but Imperial Knights, Mages, rescued citizens, and Mercenaries from the Clonidas Brotherhood were all gathered at the Port. With everyone assembled in one place, the Port was teeming with people.

Soon, the Clonidas Brotherhood's cheap band began playing a somber dirge.

Just then, Imperial Soldiers approached the Port, pulling three carts...