The old man shook his head. "Then good luck to you, boy."
"I'll be off, then," Beam said. He turned to Judas, the sergeant, and the soldiers. The men were ready to move with him. With one last glance at Nila, he left.
Rather than continue down the Elder's path, back into the village, he merely left it, and went in the opposite direction. It would be quicker to reach the camp that way, now that he didn't have anyone to meet in the village square.
The snow crunched underfoot, as Beam set off at a jog, and they quickly left the house behind them.
The soldiers and the sergeant matched his pace well, though they immediately found themselves needing to strain to keep up. For trained men, it was a strain, and for Judas, it was a near impossibility. He called out in complaint at only a short minute at such a pace.
"C'mon, you're gonna make my lungs burst!" He shouted, coming to a stop, with his hands on his knees.
