Evening dawned on the lonesome manner. The aftermath of a gruesome battle, beautifully constructed walls were stained, tiles cracked, and a few empty armors coated in vile mushy-like substance. The many retainers fled to Glenda where at the far edge of town, near a crystal-clear river, laid a secondary manor. Smaller and less obnoxious of a build compared to the first. The size of its land was what made it worth the trouble. Trucks filled with passengers arrived promptly.