"Good tidings, you three. Turn around and come to my tent. We have much to discuss."
Grand Elder Maya's voice rang out in their minds for the first time in a very long while, driving home the point that they really had made it.
Sweet relief at last…
Well…
Not yet, actually.
The Grand Elder's tone made it apparent that the matters at hand were rather serious. Which made Mikhail and Azalea release a sigh at the same time.
The two then turned around, and in the distance, Mikhail saw a familiar sight.
A circular arrangement of various carriages. Just like how the Orc Caravan had done in the past. Though, this circular arrangement was leagues larger in scale.
On top of that, it seemed like a sort of town-like layout was made rather than just serving as a barrier, as he could see a row of carriages leading into the deeper areas of the encirclement. Almost as if they acted as walls.
