Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20170920182227

"A strong feller, ain't ya?" One of the soldiers nudged Johan on the arm.

The soldiers headed to the river. There were about seven of them left, they started with twelve.

Some of them filled up their canteens, others washed their swords, and some of them started to take off some bits of armor, taking a dip in the river. There was an unusual consensus between them, there wasn't a fight for power.