It started with marching as the Ilakya trrops approached the small town of Hollow's Eden. Quickly, it escalated and bullets were exchanged- the screams of citizens trying to stay out of the way laid heavy in the air. After clearing out the military presence, only five citizens died and perhaps a dozen were injured. Still, their presence was far from welcome. They quickly took over the town, taking their food and water and anything else of use. Sigmund had been in combat that day. It only confirmed how much he hated this war. The smell of blood and fear, the disgusted and upset faces of the citizens. The dead's faces all seemed to be replaced with that of relatives. His stomach churned, but by the time he saw their faces again they reverted back to the faces of strangers. After moving the bodies and helping some of the wounded. His shirt had now efficiently been stained with blood and filth. He realized how tired he had grown and found himself sitting against a tree as he took in all that happened today. It wasn't a happy day. After camp had set itself up, he found himself wandering inside of the town. He hadn't a chance to change his shirt, so he was depending on the medic band on his arm to possibly instill some trust in the general public. He took a seat in a restaurant, ordering a cup of coffee. He needed it.