After dealing with the mercenaries, Alex stepped out of the tavern with Victoria following closely behind, leaving the people to handle the corpses.
The children accompanied him with even more running over and laughing as they sought to play with him.
All around, the sound of work being carried it could be heard, from the carpenter striking nails into wood to the blacksmith forging metal pieces and the farmers ensuring that even in winter, food was plentiful, everyone was doing their part to ensure that they survived through the winter and the decadence running rampant across the continent.
It was a brilliant sight and for a moment, Alex was proud of himself for being the reason for such.
Just then, Victoria reached out to grab his shoulder, jolting him from his thoughts.
