The sun was rising as Kastor sheathed his sword. He rubbed over the bridge of his nose, then he turned around and walked over to his soldiers guarding the remaining 40 tribespeople of the tribe they had just raided. Well... Kastor wouldn't call it a raid.. More of a conquest.

Kastor wanted to talk to one of his soldiers, as suddenly one of the tribespeople broke free of the grip of two soldiers