The Victorious Camp

The bone weariness had yet to set in. The exaltation of victory kept the soldiers and their officers about far longer than any would have thought. Casks of ale and brandy were being freely distributed about the camp. Voices roaring with laughter and other life affirming activities drowned out cries from those who had lost friends or family. Yes, they had suffered losses, but they were comparatively light. The war was nowhere near over, but morale would improve. Argen leaned on a stack of crates, an arm around Rosalyn, who half-dozed on her feet her face nuzzled into his neck.