But as all veterans know, easy lands breed soft men.
Oddr grinned. “Battle Brothers Map Seed Generator.”
The brothers muttered. They’d been wandering the Greifenwald for three days, chasing ghosts instead of contracts. Morale was rotting faster than a corpse in a swamp.
Nothing changed. The valley remained fair. But that night, a scout returned with news: a brigand host was massing in the eastern woods. And for the first time in weeks, the Battle Brothers didn’t groan.
The box shuddered. A soft glow. Then a slip of parchment slid out, marked with runes.