"I hear footsteps." A boy with frengies on his nose and cheeks whispered to his team of four.
This group was from the Windsor Barony. The group consisted of two warriors, one mage, an archer, and a healer. A pretty balanced team that was carefully picked by the lord himself.
The one that spoke earlier was a warrior and the leader of the team, and his name was Gerald Windsor. Gerald signaled for the others to stop, which they quickly did.
"Let's hide and ambush them," he suggested, with a wicked smirk playing on his face as he brought out an axe that weighed a ton. Thanks to Gerald's muscular build, which was slightly too robust for his frame, it was pretty easy.
The others nodded and quickly dispersed into the forest; the mages activated their spells, and the warriors summoned their weapons... however, the healer remained standing in her position.
