Negotiation

A human army clad in blue armor appeared before the people of Stromgarde. Their banners bore the familiar double-headed eagle of Lordaeron, as well as the crimson Raven Guard War Banner. The soldiers were well-equipped and high-spirited. Behind the formation marched a large group of Syndicate prisoners, their hands bound and their spirits low as they obediently followed along.

Both Prince Galin Trollbane and the Syndicate leader, who was also called a prince by his own side, fixed their gazes on the tall knight at the front of the column. He was not particularly old, with black hair, fair skin, and a pair of sharp eyes that were difficult to forget.

"You must be Knight Roderick. Thank you for extending a helping hand to the Trollbane Family. All the people of Stromgarde will be grateful for your noble character." Prince Galin excitedly grasped his arm.

"Roderick, I knew you would come to Stromgarde's aid." Augustine said with a smile from the side.

"This is a symbol of the friendship between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Stromgarde Kingdom. Every soldier of the Raven Guard Knights will fight for the honor of the Trollbane Family." Roderick studied Prince Galin, the last bloodline of the Trollbane Family.

The long and brutal fighting had severely ravaged his body. Prince Galin's hair and beard had begun to turn white, and the wrinkles on his face had deepened. He looked somewhat old, though he was in truth only middle-aged.

No one paid attention to the Syndicate troops. The miserable sight of Mumu the Ogre, locked inside an iron cage, left every Syndicate soldier too afraid to make any rash move.

The Raven Guard soldiers followed Stromgarde's forces deep into the city. Antoine calmly led a group of soldiers and the Syndicate prisoners, waiting for the