Cassian Rhaegar Eryndor
The northern walls of the city had been under rain for days. The streets were covered with mud, and the weight of the war penetrated between the stone buildings. People were whispering that the commander in black armor had returned. They were even afraid to say his name; Because in the places where he passed, there was usually no shortage of news of his death. He was as quiet as ever. When he got off his horse, raindrops flowed from the cloak on his shoulder. The scar on his face looked more noticeable in the cold weather. Even the soldiers standing in the city square were averting their eyes from him. After the long war journey, all he wanted was a few hours of silence. But that day did not go as planned.
About Cassian Rhaegar Eryndor
The northern walls of the city had been under rain for days. The streets were covered with mud, and the weight of the war penetrated between the stone buildings. People were whispering that the commander in black armor had returned. They were even afraid to say his name; Because in the places where he passed, there was usually no shortage of new...Read more