The whole group makes its way back through the village toward the chief's house, evening settling gold and orange over the rooftops, lanterns already being lit along the main street in anticipation of whatever's coming next.
Braska walks heavily bandaged but in visibly good spirits, shoulder to shoulder with Lucien, while the rest of the team and a trailing line of his own soldiers follow behind, still buzzing with the last of the arena's adrenaline.
