Early Morning, II. Marcus looked over the sandy hill where his tent was established as he moved past his housecarl. Just a few hours ago, a small skirmish with the enemy resulted in a worse-than-ideal situation to his liking, but the intensity of the harassment they were receiving was yet another reason why he knew…
Late Afternoon, I. The Sun. It baked him alive as he tried to open his eyes. Not that it made much difference, but his misplaced helmet that made it halfway into his face provided shade for him to be able to see the sky. He was laying on the sand and was beginning to feel…