It was hours of hiking through the golden forest before they found their way back onto the war-torn battlefield, layered in blades as plentiful as trees in a jungle. Jasper willingly accepted the burden of carrying their pack of supplies, benevolently given by the old elf, though the knight did lag behind with how long the walk went on.
"Aye, mate…maybe we should slow down?" Jasper recommended.
Finn led the way across the ashen soil, "Just keep your feet moving. I'd prefer not to be out in the open here during nightfall."
Being on such frequent expeditions was something his body had adjusted to, not needing all too much rest between each journey. In fact, he felt more at ease when on the move.
"I still feel like maybe we should've asked Seung to come along. That guy is way, way strong–I mean, he took out all those wolves with one move," Nova recalled, shadow boxing as if somehow trying to mimic the brawler.
