By early afternoon my wanders had taken me back to my own faction camp. After relaxing for a while I cast my gaze over to our neighbours camp. I have sketched at the Bears camp before and noted the way they always ensure there is shelter for the gate guard. The arrangement had changed from previous years and I found a new subject to sketch. My sketching was interrupted and numerous occasions as Tree Lords lumbered into our camp to attack citizens of the Wolf nation. There is a time for the pen, but there is also a time for the axe and arcane.
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