His objective was the old apothecary. The garrison on the walls was dying—not from arrows, but from the rot in their wounds. Without clean bandages and fermented herbs, the city would fall by dawn.
He slipped through a breach in the courtyard wall, entering the "No Man’s Land" of the city’s lower district. The moonlight was a traitor, casting long, sharp shadows that could hide a scavenger or an enemy scout. File: Siege.Survival.Gloria.Victis.v2021.12.07....
Bertram reached the ruins of the shop. He moved aside a heavy beam, his breath coming in ragged white plumes. There, beneath a pile of shattered glass, he found it: a sealed jar of medicinal alcohol and a bundle of dried feverfew. It was a king’s ransom in a city of beggars. A floorboard creaked behind him. His objective was the old apothecary