"The fourth group made contact with the cultivators," a messenger reported as soon as he entered the mobile commanding center.
For how few horses the entire group had, this was the best way to put them to use. Instead of making them carry people who could easily keep up with a horse's running speed, all four of them got employed to pulling a single carriage Layn's men managed to construct on the go.
Inside the carriage, the cream of the top of Layn's group sat. Mirroring the seating arrangement of how they used to sit back in the kitchen of the camp, they all stared down at the makeshift map that Layn created.
"That means they should be somewhere around here," Markus said, placing a simple, wooden pin on the map. "How long since you received the news?" he asked the messenger running beside the carriage's open door.
"Three hours, sir!" the man reported.
