"Send the order. We're breaking camp and preparing to depart."
Raylo's command spread throughout the entire camp.
The order was carried out swiftly. All traces of the previous night's revelry were quickly erased.
The soldiers packed up their tents, organized their belongings, and sheathed their weapons.
The joy of returning home washed away the fatigue of their hangovers, and everyone moved with remarkable efficiency.
In the morning, the Allied Army of the Northern Lords, the first contingent to head back, set off with great fanfare.
At the very front of the army, Raylo reined in his horse. At his side was Lillian.
She wore a white Mage Robe that outlined her athletic figure, her long hair tied back in a practical ponytail.
"Aren't we taking the east bank, brother? The road is much flatter over there."
Lillian watched the army's change in direction, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
