Someone was calling him. He could feel it in the air. He tried to find out if anyone around him had noticed the change or the call. But everyone seemed calm, focused on their journey to reach their current night's resting place.
Their horses had begun to tire again. Later, after tying them up in the meadow, they would sip the bland soup the soldiers had prepared and sleep in two-time divisions. However, the division was decided at the last moment.
The area always seemed to be frequented by travelers. It was about 20 meters away from the road. From the remains of the campfire, it appeared that no animals were approaching. The chariots stopped first, and then the knights went around to ensure safety. Next, Guren, the wizard of Fort Varden, jumped down from the chariot. Prince Algis followed.
"Are you all right?" Prince Algis asked the knight who had dreamed up their entourage.
