The Duskwood Skyport bustled with elves by the time we arrived. The gates were open, the tops of multiple skyships peeking over the walls. In the distance, over the fringes of the city, I could make out the dark silhouettes of two more ships descending through the clouds. Squads of returning soldiers marched through the gates, worn and wearied by weeks of battle. Waiting for them were families and friends, their faces lighting up as they spotted their loved ones. A few ran into the arms of their parents, siblings, or lovers. Others simply nodded at each other, remaining in the orderly formations of their squads.
When I asked about the disparity, Selena shrugged. "Garrisons have different expectations levied by their houses. Some are required to report for debriefing at their home house, while others are released the moment they set foot in Duskwood."
