A creature similar to a dog-man slowly sank to the ground, looking at the flames of the fire. His horse was resting nearby, carrying his ammunition and weapons for the campaign on its back. The swamps around were quiet, only the sound of frogs croaking could be heard, to which the gnoll had already become accustomed.

Alkin yawned, making a quiet whine. He was returning from reconnaissance and decided to take a break. — I’ll return to the Fortress at dawn. — He muttered quietly to himself.