Rumors

In the town of Hypocamp, the atmosphere was electric. Inhabitants gathered in the market square, between fresh vegetable stalls and potters' stalls, their animated voices echoing under the blue sky.

As the day wore on, news of the recent battlefields had begun to circulate, and chatter was lively.

In a weaving mill, two women were chatting by a window as they worked.

"Did you hear what happened in Plouta?" one of them exclaimed excitedly.

"How did Maxime and his mercenaries win that battle? Everyone said that the enemies in black were too numerous and above all too strong!"

"That's what I'm wondering too!" replied the other with emotion.

"Even with the help of Baron Irut's soldiers and a few apprentice knights, it doesn't seem plausible. I hear the losses were not inconsiderable, but they still managed to repel them!"

In a tavern in the center of town, a group of peasants were drinking together.