This is the battlefield from more than ten days ago—
The air still seems to be filled with a faint smell of gunpowder—Even in winter, the corpses have been cleaned up according to Brand's strict requirements; the spreading plague is not to be trifled with, and even in the colder days, the young people are unwilling to take this risk.
Therefore, apart from the bloodstains on the open ground at this moment, only the scattered pieces of armor and weapons on the grass occasionally prove that there was once a fierce battle here.
A certain species of gray-black feathered birds—either blackbirds or ravens—swoops low over the battlefield. The north wind grows colder, and the weather becomes more dry and chill day by day.
Lacking priests, Brand had to handle the corpses in a simpler way.
