Constant movement and chatter made echoes throughout the woods, Many of its inhabitants didn't dare to go forth out of their dens during this time. The uniformed movement made the ground vibrate and the bushes shake within the forest, many of its inhabitants didn't want to risk fighting such a predator even if they were forced to.
The chattering also made it even scarier than it is, It sounded as if there were many of the beasts that were roaming their home and their high pitch yells would make any beast startled in the least.
An animal caught a glimpse of this pack and saw that a few predators had normal skin while others wore chains or solid stone on them. This animal nodded it's head to itself and went back into the forest to stalk its new prey.
This of course was the movement of the army that had been making their way through the forest, the entire time they were mostly unified during this time with the commanders in between each section. Folke was stationed in the back inside of a huge caravan by himself.
It was cluttered with much needed supplies for the army like booze, and some chairs. Folke was laying on the ground feeling the constant vibration of the ground echo throughout the caravan he was inside of.
He placed a hand on his chest as if to check his wounds and placed it back `It has been four days since we've left the ruins of the village, I believe they said they were gonna stop once we reach the nearby chief. ` The chiefs were different from the warlords; they were of course men and women who were considered to be the vassals among the society's first most powerful.
Folke during this time had gotten used to just seemingly meditating, it has become some sort of habit after leaving the camp. It gets rid of his stress and makes him feel good and his fights with Scar has been getting better than it used to be, He has learned the first move that Scar can do with his sword but after folke did that to scar once… he got easily countered the next time and the next time after that.
Folke closed his eyes and began to go into the flowery realm where he meditated for the rest of the day in seclusion until…
He was forced awake by a large thump on his forehead, he'd looked up and saw that it was goldrig crouching above him ``Get up and meet your new friends that you have.``
He'd then get up from a crouching position and dropped out of the caravan on his two feet. Folke's relationship with Goldrig has not improved mostly because Folke and Goldrig didn't talk that much at all during the journey. Mostly because of Folke's injuries at first which rendered him unable to go out he wasn't able to march around outside with everyone else and talk to people but those injuries healed on the fourth day and were bruises which were bearable to move around.
Folke got up and jumped out of the carriage and walked around.
People walked around the encampment most of them with bows, these men folke assumed were going to hunt for food to extend the amount of food that they might be able to store. Other people were with wooden stakes and ax's setting up a defensive perimeter around the encampment. He saw lights in the distance and saw a huge wooden spiked wall and within the wall he could make out houses and large buildings.
Folke looked around and saw goldrig sitting down and drinking from a wooden cup near a bonfire, Folke walked toward the man ``How long are we staying here?``
Goldrig looked to the side and then looked up seeing Folke's face he smiled ``Oh? We are going to be staying here for a month or so.``
Folke could most likely guess why they were staying near the settlement, it was to protect it from any follow up advancements from the invaders or to wait for another village to burn down in this area so they could rush to attack its attackers.
``And since we are staying here for a month, I'm giving you your first task today well tomorrow… I need you to go find the man that you met on the training field last day and have him train you.``
``What is his name?``
`` Sworn.``
Folke raised his eyebrows abit and before he could say anything goldrig answered him `` Don't ask, that name has a long story, and don't ask him why either he gets pissy about it.`` Goldrig took a swig from his wooden cup and continued ``Do you have any more questions before I get drunk?``
``What is that over there?`` He pointed in the distance where the huge wooden spiked wall was.
``A town named Kadd.``
He nodded his head and looked at Goldrig take another swig from his wooden cup and watch as his cheeks start to get flushed ``How many drinks did you take?``
``One.``
Folke thought it was best to end the conversation there.