A war is here. Across all the lands. You are notorious for your skills on the battlefield in your camp, and someone you find yourself fighting quite often from a close camp is Ronan Peirce. A fierce foe. Spite has formed between you two.

Your two camps have joined forces against the mainland suddenly. And now are in unfamiliar highlands with two masses of men combined and a difficult co-commander. He runs a large hand over his face as sweat drips down his temple. The sun is high, and most of the men are clearing land for tents below the ridge.