Berengar's army or what remained of it had been marching since he successfully annexed the Prince-Bishopric of Trent into the County of Tyrol. It had been weeks at this point, and he could finally see the City of Kufstein and its impregnable defenses on the horizon. It had been over two months since he first began his campaign, and he had achieved an overwhelming victory against the rebellious forces.
A warm smile appeared on the handsome youth's face as he gazed upon his homeland with delight, muttering the words on his mind beneath his breath as he sat atop his war steed, which had proven to be an excellent companion during the last two months of his life.
"We are finally home..."
