Theodoric sat atop his horse, leading his armies as they marched across the Nogrovod border. The wind blew through his hair as he looked around at his men, who all had strange looks in their eyes. Some didn't want to be here, having already fought the enemy many times now without getting a single result. Others looked at him with hate and some with indifference.
It was dangerous, and Theodoric could tell. If at least one person in the army looked at him with anything resembling pride or happiness, he couldn't see them. He kept a blank look on his face. It was dangerous to show anything else right now. Lots were indifferent to the war, and some were close to rebellion if it failed again. He couldn't give them a reason.
