David
"Hehehe! Yes, it's time we get going." Ymir said. "You can stay with the main group and help Antonius protect the caravan. Your friends Twiss and Swass will be a part of that group."

Rekkan nodded in agreement. He turned his gaze to Marsila. "I will see you again soon." He stated, taking point to scout ahead while the group mobilized several meters behind him.

The wanderer could not shake the feeling from earlier, but it was only natural that his enemies were returning. That was merely a sign for him to act on. He would be doubly cautious as he journeyed north and westbound, to cross into the land of North Feyshore and towards its capital, Brindelle.

All the way on the other side of Lake Fey, a large group stood in waiting behind a woman. She rose from her meditative state and turned to the black haired man mounting a horse.

"I found them." She said.

The man, revealed to be Atovar, grinned and rounded up his men and women. "I won't be ridiculed this time around." He muttered under his breath and signaled the band to move out. It would take some time to catch up with the caravan, but he planned to get them before they arrived in Brindelle.
Leon
Marsila couldn't tear her eyes off of Rekkan as she watched him leave to the front of the group. She knew he didn't need her to help with the scouting, though after the night they experienced, she found it difficult to be away from his side. She felt safe when it came to Rekkan, which shocked her considering his ability to manipulate fire.

Her hand lowered to her thigh and pressed against the material of her pants until it lay against a hardened object. The amulet. She mentally questioned herself whether she should wear it or not as Rekkan would no longer be near her if she was to become distressed. Fighting against the temptation, Marsila took her hand away from her pocket and focused on the task at hand.

Reaching the main group that made up from couple Ymir's men and the two brother-like friends. 

"You're looking better Swass." She commented, amazed by his fast recovery for a human.
David
Swass smiled at Marsila. He had a crossbow hanging behind his shoulder by a leather strap he was holding with his right hand. He only needed to pull on the strap to bring the weak over his shoulder for a quick aim and fire.

"Thanks, Marsila! You're not too bad yourself!" He joked around.

The caravan began its march shortly after, with the hunters falling behind the rest of the group as the main defense was made out of Antonius and the men he tried to instruct in the short time they were at the hunter's settlement.

It was a swift transition between the lands of Astoria and the kingdom of North Feyshore. By the time the caravan found one of the kingdom's highways, they could see a wooden signpost with an arrow pointing westward and written "Brindelle" On it.

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