The sounds of combat from the front were rapidly fading, and the weary guards were beginning to return to their places further back down the line as the guards from Aramos Village helped the rearguard clean up.
The support staff had returned their supplies to their wagons now that it looked like the fight wouldn't be lost, and the guards were pushing the last of the Ogres back away from the passenger carriages.
There was a considerable amount of damage to some of the cargo trucks, and Dominic sighed as he realized how much work he had ahead of him. He hadn't even looked at the mess at the front yet, and he already knew he had a half day's repair work before they would be mobile.
"Why do you look so depressed, young man? The battle is won, and soon enough we will be on our way again." The War Cleric asked when he noticed Dominic's mood.
"I'm the smith." he replied simply, and the priest began to laugh.
