Rise of the Hegemon

A bloody day

I took the bread given by the cook in front of me and quietly made my way toward the table where my group was sitting. Despite the appetizing smell of all the newly cooked bread inside the wagon, I knew better than to linger around. After all, there's still a line of miners stretching in front of the carts.

I could feel the gazes of nearby cloaks and guards as I walked past them. Because of this, I lower my head along the way, not wanting to attract any attention to myself.

Let's just get this day over with...

As I passed by tables crowded with miners eating and talking, their voices merged into a cacophony that blended with the surrounding noises; the clanking of tools, the creaking of wheels from passing wagons in the near distance, and many more.

Suppressing a yawn, I felt the morning breeze sweep over me, sending a subtle chill through my entire body.

There, spotting my group sitting in the farthest corner, I carefully made my way towards them, doing my best to avoid bumping into