"So poor." Rowan had ordered his troops to search Zul'Aman thoroughly, inside and out.
In the early days of the game, Zul'Aman had been a fairly prestigious raid. The joke about "eat, sleep, beat up trolls" had originated here.
But gameplay was one thing. At this point in time, the royal city of Zul'Aman was utterly destitute.
Before the army marched out, the city's smithies had melted down almost every iron item owned by every household of every tribe in the capital. All of it had gone toward forging weapons and armor. Zul'Aman had committed everything to this war, draining its coffers dry.
Aside from the people still living there, this troll capital was truly worthless.
Rowan had thought he could skim off some spoils after taking the city. What a shame.
The army had traveled a long distance at speed, carrying light equipment. Its food and supplies had been limited to begin with.
With the royal city of Zul'Aman unable to replenish their supplies, Rowan sought out the two paladin lords to begin the second phase of the plan.
They would force Zul'jin to open the passes throughout the Sun Sanctum, ensuring that the people of Stratholme could leave the battlefield safely.
That evening, the army marched out of Zul'Aman again. The inhabitants of the royal city departed alongside the combined forces.
Rowan had been awake for nearly twenty hours. Riding now, he felt as though he were floating.
Seeing how exhausted his young master was, Ellen urged him to sleep in a carriage for a while.
Rowan hurriedly waved away the suggestion. With those iron hubs and wooden wheels, wouldn't I get shaken to death?
When can I get myself a little car? At least I'd have somewhere to rest during a long march.
As Rowan's mind wandered,