"Knights from tha north!"
A young Druid runs from the south and all turn around to watch him except for me, I still hold the gaze of the lanky-looking, black-haired teenager.
The Druid takes quick breaths from running so fast.
During-son turns his skile and squeezes his legs around the saddle, driving the beast forward without hesitation, riding in the direction where we came from.
Outlines of a group that takes up the road can be seen.
He isn't the only one being reckless, spears are raised and they charge with no perceived command structure, a stark contrast to the guards that are being led by a mounted Knight and are advancing from the south while covering the dirt road with a row of shields.
I can see them a few hundred yards out, marching along the path that we just walked.
The Druids don't wait before charging, running right towards them.
