At the gates, the men who would accompany them were already waiting, bows, arrows, and hunting supplies at the ready.
They stopped momentarily to have the supplies strapped to their horses, the majestic animals huffed and stomped in place, their tails swishing.
Silvan's bow and quiver were slung over his shoulders, an overcoat foregone for the sake of the physical activity they were about to undergo.
Alessio stayed in the lead when they resumed their journey, starting down the worn path through the woods, iridescent rays of the rising sun spilled through the foliage as they sped up to a canter.
"Do you at least know how to use a bow?" Silvan asked as they got deeper into the woods.
The trees now hid the majestic castle from sight, nothing but tall trees, flowering shrubs, and the mulch underfoot to be seen.
A crafty look flashed in Alessio's gray eyes, "I've held one before."
