Krieg must have slept because he didn’t remember the night turning to grey, but it had been a fitful and unsatisfying rest. Judging by the faces around him, he was not alone. The Stallion, who had youth on their side, were bright eyed and the greenskins, who did not suffer with the same kind of anxieties as everyone else, seemed in good spirits. Apart from that, faces were ashen and eyes fixed on the tree line. The tartars were readying the horses and it wasn’t exactly the moment for jollity. Expedience was the order of the morning and in very little time, everyone was ready to leave. Sullenly, the adventurers divided into two parties and group leaders started counting heads.
Krieg understood the need for prayer. He really did. He was just less understanding of the priestesses timing. The
