The joy of the noble lords had little to do with Jason. As they beamed with delight, he was just an ordinary Soldier, standing guard behind the carriages, braving the wind and frost.
No, he couldn't be considered an ordinary Soldier, either.
Jason glanced at the carriage behind him, loaded with daily necessities.
He heard the great lord had spent a fortune on them. Jason's main task this time was to deliver these supplies and some Copper Coins to the families of those who had died in battle.
'Supplies for the families of the fallen?'
When Jason first heard the news, he suspected he'd misheard, wondering if the other person was speaking some dialect he couldn't understand.
It wasn't until the Officer had repeated it twice that it dawned on Jason: they really were supplies for the families of the fallen—compensation and a reward for them.
'Compensation?' It was a truly unfamiliar word, so much so that Jason had to ask the Officer issuing the order what it even meant.
