*Outskirts of Rizoar*
The rhythmic thud of soldiers' boots reverberated across the open expanse, while the sun dipped low on the horizon. Flags fluttered proudly in the breeze, casting intermittent shadows over the expansive terrain.
A sprawling landscape stretched out, adorned with an array of weapons and accompanied by an assortment of creatures, all falling in line behind the imposing lizardmen army.
Diverse generals led their respective contingents, guiding the force with purpose. Not far from this martial assembly, an expansive campsite unfurled. Here, healers, women, and dignitaries reveled in their own celebratory moments.
Amid the camp sprawl, a distinct area stood apart, meticulously prepared for none other than Veremos, the Dragon King's, cherished consorts.