Abasdarhon's Castle

As he approached Axoth, Felian came across what had been a battlefield just yesterday. Corpses of Lafir and Tsutar soldiers lay everywhere. The soldiers of Tsutar wore strange collars around their necks. Among the dead, one could occasionally distinguish warriors of the White Lily Legion and the Pain Eaters. He also saw the corpses of a couple of griffons and several dozen demonic horses, covered in plates resembling turtle shells and spikes. The cavalry of the White Lilies rode such mounts. Almost reaching the city gates, Felian saw the flag of the Republic, Axoth, and the flag of the Pain Eaters on one of the towers. There were three guards at the gates, wearing the armor of this legion. One of them, a human, was reading a book, sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall. Felian didn't know him. The other, a dwarf, was throwing a small axe at a target, roughly made from pieces of wood. Felian had met him during his service. He was a cheerful fellow and sometimes invited Felian to celebrate Legion Day. And the third, a huge orc, was swinging a massive two-handed sword. Felian was not familiar with him. Not far from them, next to a large box, stood a young girl.