HOPE
The horses trod slowly past a branch in the trail, following a trail through the growing grasses of early spring, dusted with the remnants of the previous night’s snowfall. Silence reigned over the group, the events of the morning disturbing them all.
Even Hope, as irreverent as he was, felt the emotion weighing him down as they rode.
“You make it sound like I have no respect for the lives around me,” the tiefling muttered. “Men died last night, in battle. It’s no less