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As a demonstration of the most powerful nose that a monster like Bok had, they were easily able to find the trail of the next army. Perhaps it was how many men were gathered in the area. That forming such massive armies simply allowed their scent to be carried upon the winds for such a monster like him to find.
It was roughly a two hour trip from the other camp, the two forces only being apart by about eight miles. It seemed like such a short distance but Lucian had fought alongside armies. Eight miles in their respect was a mighty distance that guaranteed that there would be no attack.
To form up and march to the other within those eight miles would tire the entire force out, resulting in a battle that you should not fight. Especially so when the enemy would be heavily reinforced by whatever location they chose to sleep. The thing that got Lucian though was the fact that they were so close.
Surely if Count Rivel was losing, he would have forced his forces into a long march.
His answer was given as he came across the camp, the place buzzing with a smaller amount of activity from what Lucian had seen. As they approached the forces seemed to take notice in an instant, a horn being sounded as a man in chainmail stood before him.
The man did not run away, instead holding his hand up in a gesture asking Lucian to stop where he was going.
Perhaps, what Husson failed to realize, was that the forces among them were skilled. Looking upon the men Lucian realized that something was indeed different about the man stopping him. His features were not nearly as dramatic and he had dirty blond hair just like Lucian.
Perhaps this man was an Imperial?
It did not matter for the man of the hour came up. Several Knights had come from the camp to welcome Lucian, including one of them who was clearly a Knight of the Realm based on the plume and heraldry that was decorated across his breastplate. Perhaps he was someone who had made a good showing during the war against the Orks.
The man stared at Lucian for a moment, his eyes covered yet scanning every detail he could. When he spoke it was with the authority to be expected of a man from his position, “Sir Lucian the Durand, I remember your banner being the one placed above the corpse of the Ork Warlord. I understood that you were going towards the Grey Mountains, have you caught wind of my war?”
If the man was put off by the group before him it did not show upon the helm he wore. However among the Knights in his possession Lucian noticed that many of them were still weary of him, just as Husson’s had.
