"Gods, there's a lot of them…" Vagrin muttered. The wagon wheels murdered the roads as they came together. They left deep tracks in the soft dusty earth. "Would it kill them to load those wagons a little lighter?"
It was an amusing complaint to be heard, given the situation that they were walking into, but it was a fair one. That lack of regard for the land around them seemed so typical of what was to be expected from the armies of the King. They moved on orders from the highest authority. Who could possibly turn around and berate them for the way that they had carved forwards for themselves.
"Are we really doing this?" Came another question, as they followed in the paths of those wagons, leading right into the trap that had been set for them. By now, Vol's instincts had confirmed it. He knew the enemy to be near.
