Graves surveyed the ruined village, a bittersweet feeling settling in his stomach. On one hand, he was proud. He had successfully led his men through a raid without losing a single one! That was an accomplishment in itself. But on the other hand, he had undoubtedly ruined lives. The knight believed in his cause and his king, but it was still hard. He was helping these people, but they only saw him as a cruel man controlled by his king.

He made sure to treat the surviving villagers with respect though, and made sure they were unharmed if they didn't cause problems. His kingdom would welcome them with open arms, as long as they pledged allegiance to his king. Which he didn't think would be hard. This village was so far removed from the kingdom they were under he doubted many even knew what their old king looked like.

But as he thought something in the distance caught his eye. Movement in the rubble of one of the shops. Curious, he decided to investigate, his armor glinting in the low early-morning light.

"Who's there?" He asked, his accent foreign to these villagers. "It's dangerous to poke around here, the building may collapse."