Eventually sleep found her, but it was hardly enough. But duty prevailed, and soon she was moving along with the other soldiers, cleaning up camp and moving on. She was thankful, despite the situation, and the fact they were all entangled in this war, that she had someone to love and care for at her side. But this weather,t his road was really weighing on her, and both her toes and fingers felt numb, cold.
But there was no stopping. The orders were clear and she had done this, joined this willingly. So when a city appeared just on the horizon and the army began to slow to a halt, she wondered what would happen. Would they encounter hostilities here? Or would they be able to just pass on by?
She felt like this army were a ghost- moving around with a silent purpose that had not yet settleded in with the rest of the world. It was perhaps this reason that when the army moved to resupply int he city- no one seemed to question them, or see them as the enemy.
She was thankful for that, at least, and the fact they were able to stay in a town and in a place to keep warm. Naturally, the local inns and taverns wouldn't be enough to house an army, but the few farms scattered on the outskirts of the town agreed to allow the army to stay for the night to rest. A few gold coins, of course, did not hurt-
and there was even fresh meat from a good many cows.
Though as Igna got her portion, she hesitated not to dig in, warm juices dropping down her chin. A slight knot of guilt gave her some indigestion, after all, she knew this winter was hard on everyone- and to give up such a precious resource to the army....
She knew others would suffer- but for now, this meal was a sin she was ready and willing to deal with.
