Clip-clop! Clip-clop!
In a near distance, the sound of horses' hooves striking the hard ground as the man-beasts trotted on their way, was no longer indistinct.
For an hour and some thirty minutes long, the hefty men galloping on the devoted horses had put in enough momentum to hasten their stride from the onset, but once they had spotted a certain landmark, they'd decided to let the horses walk and not put in the effort.
Among these men, Zeke was the most impatient.
The landmark they had come upon was the MOOR RIVER...
"For yikes sakes! Theodore! Tell me we've finally reached Griffinwald!"
Ezekiel spat his words somewhat frustratingly and angry.
'IF I had known that this journey would be far more demanding of my strength, I should have attended to my belly when we halted at Wimborne.
But there I stood like a fool, giving myself zero time for leisure while I watched the others eat to their heart's content. Hmph!'
