March.
"Sir, good morning!" Usami met Morn with a customary bow as soon as he arrived in the castle courtyard where the army was almost ready for departure, unlike the first time where the entire Argom was full of life and hope, only have the people turned out, and of that half there was barely anyone who was cheering for their journey, the only well-wishers were the youngest of the crowd; the children, and the elderly who had nothing else but hope to cling on to in their old age.
"Are you well rested?" Morn tapped the seat next to himself and she quickly sat and smiled.
"Rested and ready, sir!"
"Good," Morn nodded. "While we wait, let is go over the new course I prepared," He folded his arms as she turned to him attentively.
"It's good to see Usami in high spirits again..." Arla stared at Usami speaking to Morn Castillon, though her face shared everything except a smile.