Brenguard pulled his coat tighter as he fought the strong wind to remain in the saddle. The past week had gone well despite the cooling weather, and the new recruits were starting to fit into the unit. Brenguard looked over the column of spearmen behind him, an interesting combination of veterans that had been here in Sylvania longer than even he had, and some of the fresh troops who’d never been away from home. In the midst of the unit was Peter. Brenguard had noticed that Peter had already won the respect of not only all the new recruits, but also some of the veterans.

“Let’s set up camp here men, looks like as good a spot as any we’ve seen all day,” ordered Brenguard, sighing to himself over the lack of wood. He could really do with a nice fire all to himself, but they were only carrying enough wood to light one fire for the whole group, and it would be needed for cooking. Brenguard rode over to Marcus who was directing the setting up of tents.
“We made good time today, considering the weather. The recruits kept up too, not a bad bunch, all young, eager for battle,” said Brenguard dismounting.

“Yeah, good lads for the most part, that Peter fellow’s already in good with the men. He’s got a good respect for the older men, and he’s becoming a regular spokesman for the recruits,” answered Marcus as he helped unload the supply wagon. “Where are we headed tomorrow sir?”