Lumberling, Krivex, Aren, and the sixty-four elite squads gathered in the courtyard at first light. Horses snorted and stamped as saddlebags were strapped down with food and supplies. Armor gleamed where it had been freshly polished, and weapons were checked one last time before being secured. The quiet hum of preparation carried a weight of purpose.
Eldric appeared from the side gate, cloak swaying as he walked toward them.
"I heard you're heading to the nearby cities and villages," he said, his tone calm but carrying an edge of concern.
Lumberling turned, meeting his gaze, and gave a single nod. "We are. Best to know what's stirring beyond these walls."
Eldric hesitated for a breath, then spoke. "Can I come with you?"
Lumberling's brows lifted. "You want to leave the city now?"
"There's a village to the south," Eldric explained, voice steady but softer now. "A friend of mine lives there. I want to see if he's alright… and if the village still stands."
