18
The Sundered Attack
Kyle walked out of his tent, a mug of steaming coffee still in his hand, dressed in his dark brown and black riding leathers. Although they were embossed with the Fourth’s Crest, they were comfortable and practical; the vest was studded with small metal plates, which would afford some protection against an attacker.
As usual, he had his sword and a knife strapped to his waist, along with other weapons in a variety of accessible locations on his person. He was, to the trained eye, a walking arsenal, if they knew what they were looking for. Even then, there were weapons he knew they would miss.
Looking around, he saw, as expected, that the bulk of the Royal Camp had packed up and moved on. They would catch up with the main party since, with the carriages, it moved
