As the sun slowly rose from the east, casting a warm glow over the dusty streets, the Norse's three carriages approached the town gate. At that same moment, a grander and more ominous sight loomed from the opposite street— the full procession of Prince Alaric thundered into view. Ten carriages in total, flanked by mounted guards in polished armor, gleamed with a cold authority. But two of those carriages drew uneasy glances. Their thick, windowless walls and reinforced frames were unmistakable: prison transports. Inside, shamed and shackled, sat the once-powerful elites of Calma.
Alaric brought most of his soldiers with him. The fragile peace in Calma was left in the hands of Angus and Primo Lenard, while administrative duties were temporarily passed to Baron Yanez — a peace-loving man with fewer enemies.
This decision came after a bitter dispute with Reuben, who had suggested Earl Donaldton for the mayoral role. Alaric had rejected the idea outright.
