Stefan was standing on top of the hill, looking out over the camp. The men were packing up the tents. As commander of one of the traveling armies of Stormhaven Port, the Stormtrooper Batallion, he was in charge of the lives of these men, but today he wished it wasn’t so. The men were tired and many of them were wounded, and Stefan could easily understand why. It had seemed like such a good idea when the current Lord of Stormhaven, Aiden had asked them to clean up a little in the Badlands, but he hadn’t known that they would be fighting every day with only the nights as resting-time, and there was still one battle left.

Stefan praised Rena for her many fantastic leadership along the way.

There was Ogmore Dunheim the Mechari. He had been Stefan's friend through many dangers, and it had been Ogmore who had saved him when he had lost his mentor in the battle against the Varyan Empire Armies.

There was a newly appointed Lieutenant, Sivir Hawk who led the handgunners. Stefan smiled when h