Sapnap lazily walked through the camp. It was one of many that the War God has seen but, he must admit, this one had worst living conditions that he has seen in AT LEAST 200 years, which is saying something. At least he was getting paid finely for his efforts to drag this pathetic army into glory. He smirked, his pitch black eyes glinting as he watches soldiers sharpen swords and practice their technique. (This is set BEFORE the events of Passerine. I am working on the after the events and during the events, etc.)