The morning sun cast its warm, golden hues over the camp where King Conradin's soldiers resided outside the city. The camp, once a scene of battle preparations, had now settled into a more relaxed and routine rhythm. Tents of various sizes and colors were scattered across the landscape, forming a makeshift city of their own.
As dawn broke, the soldiers began to stir from their slumber. Some emerged from their tents, stretching and yawning as they greeted the new day. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of earth and dew, a stark contrast to the previous day's tension and excitement.
The camp came to life with the sounds of morning activities. Cooks could be seen tending to large cauldrons over crackling fires, preparing breakfast for the hungry troops. The aroma of cooking food wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh grass and the earthy undertones of the camp.