That was the fourth night since
we entered Metallicana's Forests. Like the other nights, we set up the
encampment in a clearing of the Forest, keeping our goods in the center.
Next to them Http and Advenedizo were discussing which road should we take
in the next crossroad. They were talking cheerly between loud laughs,
drawing maps in the ground with the point of their daggers. Http and Advenedizo
were old friends of mine, and they were traveling along the Kingdom gathering
information about the misterious increment of attacks on villagers, and
some razed towns. Resting, in the edge of the campfire's light was Lord
Yakare, the Lizardman. Lord Yakare was in the way back to his home, the
Green Swamp, and although Lizardmen are a quiet folk, they like to be with
some friendly fighters while traveling by the dangerous zones of the Kingdom.
I was on the other side of the encampment sat in the ground, leaning my
back on a tree, sharping the edge of my sword. |