Thread:Travian Sackett/@comment-26295802-20160617232430/@comment-26295802-20160618181931

Trav approaches a very sad sight. The flags of Dol Amroth are being flown at half staff, as if the prince has already died. Banners have been replaced with black cloth, as if for a funeral.

In the courtyard itself, knights are mounting their horses, while others are hugging their wives and children, and bidding farewell to their friends. The young squires soberly wave goodbye to their parents, not even embarrassed to kiss their mothers.

The sound of weeping fills every street. Herendil, black flowers named after the former prince that represent death and morning cover the white tiles of the courtyard.

Everything is set up like a funeral, only in this funeral the dead have yet to die. But there is not a doubt in anyone's mind... this will be the last they see of The Prince and his forces.

Travian sees that The Prince himself is trying to look strong for his men. But Trav has known him for long enough to know he is barely holding back tears as he embraces his sons and daughter.

Imrahil makes his way over to Trav, and claps him on the shoulder.

"Ready to head out?" he says hoarsely