As the last of the other soldiers fall, the battlefield falls silent. We stare each other down after realizing that we’re the only ones left to fight. Your weapon is stained with the blood of my comrades… and mine with your fellow warriors. We are, after all, soldiers. It’s expected of us. My longsword's tip is aimed at you as I ready my stance. I'm weary, exhausted, hurt... but above all, focused. I know my role as a Warden, and I plan to see it through…