"Yes, Commander!" Northy saluted with the utmost seriousness, thoroughly focused by now.
"…Are you planning something, Vol?" Harland said, noting that Vol was already taking steps towards the edge of the encampment.
"Just a little greeting," Vol replied, as he continued his march away.
The men were forced to remain in their ranks, but nonetheless, curious eyes followed him. Penelope and Vale trotted along behind, with no tasks assigned to them in particular. Soon enough, they were standing on the edge of the encampment, right on the edge of the village.
"It is going to be terribly sad to leave it behind…" Penelope said, looking back on it, seeing the houses grow increasingly desolate, as they were ransacked for everything that they could carry. "I had grown fond of our little house."
