Chapter 115: Quickly clearing the board.
As chaos started to settle down in the city and smoke in the air cleared, Sigrid led a procession of volunteers to clean up the streets and clear up the places that had been used as a battlefield.
Soldiers, carried away bodies to morgues, teams of citizens worked tirelessly to remove the charred remnants of wooden stalls. They sifted through the debris to save the humans and animals that were trapped.
Sigrid and the Thorin’s led by example, having porridge and bread stands set up in different places to feed those that were temporarily displaced. When lunch time came, they served food and water.
She personally joined in all the activities, her hands became as calloused and dirty as this of the people, her back ached and her feet were on fire but her hopeful smile did not dwindle.
When Cosmos finally found her in the evening, she was sitting inside a private tent getting her legs massaged by two maids. It was the same tent where all the food supplies were being kept.
"My God, how do you look worse than I do!" Cosmos exclaimed when he got a look at her.
Sigrid’s once pristine features were now smudged with dirt and sweat which told the tale of a long, arduous day spent toiling alongside the commoners.
Her emerald eyes were rimmed with dark circles, evidence of a sleepless night. Strands of her hair had escaped through the confines of her once neat bun and they clung to her forehead that was slightly dump with perspiration.
She smiled, her lips slightly chapped and pale curved upwards tiredly. "It was worth it."