After the inspection, goods were loaded onto the carriages. The process was cyclical at this point, and no one spoke as it was carried out. Food shipment from HQ had significantly increased for their newest prisoners. Writtle thought it was pointless. Why did they need to feed prisoners that served no use? The prisoners all spoke in a weird language, an carried unfamiliar devices. He had no idea why they Empire insisted on keeping them alive. He sighed when the process was completed. After ensuring that all carriages were loaded properly, the commander motioned forward. "Move out."
Eric stood on a pass above the caravan, watching them while they began the trek back. He nodded to Hewitt, and they began following the caravan. Weapons were at the ready in case anything out of the expected happen.
