Alongside a group of about a dozen guards, mayor Uriel brought them to a farm plot on the west of Erantell, near the Evergreen Forest.
They had covered quite a bit of distance during their journey, about a two hour long ride on horseback. The plot was probably located at one of the further ends of Erantell territory, Tristan thought as they rushed through the countryside.
Afternoon was beginning to fall and the party seemed to be closing in on their destination as a few torchlights could be seen in the distance. Drawing nearer, the view Tristan was met with was utterly different from what he had imagined.
From afar, the only things he could see were a handful of poorly made huts and simple palisades, hastily put together with sticks, straw, and mud, as well as a cluster of orcs surrounding the area. He grimaced, thoroughly unimpressed by the conditions of the place.
"Uriel, is this really the best you can do for them...?"
