Barns wakes in a hurry. There's a lot that needs to be done if he and the Kingdom of Dimartino are going to defeat a horde of thirty thousand undead - and the operation begins now.
As he walks through town, he sees that the morning fog yet clings to Dimartino's cobbled streets, thick and strange in its stillness. The kingdom's capital stands strong - untouched by Nazakiel's attacks, but quieter than usual. Not silent. Just…watchful.
Trepidation clings to the air from the days before. Dimartino is not in a period of victory following Nazakiel's withdrawal - it's in a period of unease.
Barns steps into the mist, walking alone. These days, most stay off the streets, preferring the safety of stone walls and drawn curtains. Barns can hardly blame them. Donatella destroyed a whole neighborhood of Ordella, and now the castle of Dimartino is in ruins thanks to Nazakiel…not to mention the loss of Clancy.
