They used the well-travelled path towards the keep. Unlike the last time, few shied away from his approach. Instead they chose to go about their own business, or acknowledged him with a pleasant greeting.
He rather enjoyed the anonymity that came with being a soldier. They wore uniforms and trained to a single standard for a reason. It was not to encourage individuality, but to instil a sense of camaraderie between them. Units that failed to generate a cohesive force were sure to break. Marc had the talent for finding the weaknesses in the opposing force.
On the ground, amongst the ageless buildings and structures, Marc not so much changes as decay. For one, the town appeared to be older and worn. That was not the case with Uncle’s barony. They can’t afford to maintain their homes and pay what is owed to the tax collectors…
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