Not long after first light, Ollie made his way from the castle to the sprawling collection of tents where the refugees had settled. His conversation with Thane the night before hadn't lasted more than an hour before the former knight sent him to bed for some much needed rest.
As much as he needed sleep, however, thoughts about his new responsibilities had plagued him, leaving the young man to restlessly stew in his worries until late into the night. Once the sun broke above the hills to the east, he'd wasted little time in preparing for the day. The sooner he could take action, the better he would feel.
Trailing a few feet behind him, the horned soldier Harrod followed like a dutiful shadow. While the future knight wasn't sure when it had happened, it was clear that someone, either Thane or perhaps Commander Bassinger, felt that it was best for Ollie to have a capable warrior at his side when he moved about the Vale of Mists.
