B2 Chapter 42: Home, Sweet HomeThe Legion barely had to narrow their column as they passed over the bridge to Habersville. What had once been a quick and temporary stopgap now had been replaced with a more permanent construction of quality stone, the materials courtesy of Stonester, allowing them to easily stride ten abreast. It was even wide enough to allow siege engines across, a nice bit of foresight that Tiberius had surely appreciated.The men's steps clattered against the bridge, the studs lining the soles of their caligae ringing with deafening thunder. Quintus briefly considered whether even this bridge may need to be widened eventually, yet discarded the notion. It would likely be unnecessary. Besides, doing so would make no sense unless they also widened the path through the forest even further, a move which would also make pursuit easier for their foes.Of course, Quintus didn't anticipate pursuit being an issue. Not with how well battles had been going for them. Even if they were forced to retreat by a superior foe, the probability that the Legion would even survive to travel this far was slim at best. He couldn't imagine more than a handful of men surviving that dragon attack if it truly had been after them instead of the horses.Although a superior for also probably wouldn't care about the bridge. They'd likely be able to simply leap or fly over the river anyway. Hell, many of their own men might be able to as well, if not now then in a few levels.Life was truly odd.As they filed down the forest path, they found it quite a bit busier than ever before. When Quintus had left there had already been some (...)