Continuous stealthy movement is inherently a very difficult task for these Sintra refugees, whose bodies and minds are already pushed to the limits.
But only after these few days of action did they realize that the anxiety-ridden journey was, in fact, a rare stability in these tumultuous times.
On a frosty, windy dawn, the sound of Stuart's horse hooves echoed once again.
He brought with him terrible but expected bad news.
"Ahead of us, there's an estate."
The young knight spoke calmly as ever, but now his eyes were bloodshot, and his unshaven appearance was starkly contrasting with his demeanor.
In these few days, the scouts led by Stuart have been the most exhausted and at risk, and he himself never skipped a shift nor missed any recon missions.
"Continue,"
said Hacksaw with a smile.
Lann watched from the side, suddenly feeling that this man's smile held something more... anticipation, and relief?
Was it an illusion?
