Chapter 177

Vesmore felt eerily empty with the campaign party gone. Though five hundred Dristanian soldiers stood guard near the gates, the heart of the city was littered with abandoned tents, empty stables, and mounds of refuse.

Maxi's chest ached as she gazed down at the desolation from her window. This was not the first time she had watched her husband embark on a perilous journey, yet the grief she felt was the same each time. In fact, it only became more and more unbearable.

Pushing her sorrow aside, she moved from the window to the fireplace and extinguished the flames. Grabbing her bag, she stepped out of her room when she heard a familiar voice address her from behind.

"My lady, are those all your belongings?"

She turned to find Garrow, his uncovered eye fixed on the bag in her hand.

"I only need a few clothes," Maxi replied with a shrug. "I have already moved the medical tools and other provisions to the shared quarters."