In a sunlit room overlooking the city of Yarkat, Talek, the young head of the garrison guard, took a rare moment to pause from his diligent work. The sunlight streamed through a narrow window, casting a warm yellow glow over the stone walls of his chamber. Son of a simple knight, he had risen to the influential position at a young age ,mainly from the relation between him and the prince. Despite this, he harbored a twinge of resentment. His father, Robert, the prince's right hand, was leading a campaign against Oizen, while Talek was left behind, commanding a city that seemed distant from the chaos of war.Would he not have been more useful on the front than here? He had wondered when his request to join the army was refused