Valerune is a land surrounded by mountains and seas; therefore, nations surrounded it.
War is not a new phenomenon. Every once in a long while, nations rise to either claim their land or test their newly acquired war strategies.
The northern border of Valerune had gotten tumultuous in the last months.
Dravon had for the first time been grateful to be called to war. His body had been failing him in so many ways recently. The things that occupied his mind were the ones he shouldn't think about at all.
Prince Aran had summoned him, and after careful deliberations, it was decided that fighting head-on was a better line of action, and so to the northern front he went.
He took only his finest warriors.
To get to the northern border from the centre of Valerune takes three days by horse.
Dravon and his men have been riding non-stop for two days and nights.
