As the light swallowed the darkness of night, the caravan wrapped the facilities and headed down to the border wall where the gate was.
Ryan galloped forward, he found a familiar face who was ordering some riders.
"Commander Black!" Ryan called his name.
Dismounting the horse, he led the way to him.
"Ryan! You arrived a week earlier than the plan?" He patted on his shoulder.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on the west gate?"
"Overseeing this one, the Alovenian natives had been saying that they heard screech last night."
"We didn't see anything, but the imps show up in full moon and heavy air, don't they?"
The commander nodded, his eyes grasped the woman who was approaching, her head and face were concealed under her scarf.
He bowed his head for her, "this lady must be your wife," he paused, letting her get close enough.
"I am glad to see you again, commander Dorian."
She removed the scarf on her face.
