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The rolling nature of the terrain made it very off-setting, one rise looking like the next. With the meandering path they were following, it never looked like they had actually gone anywhere, with no landmarks to base things off once the last view of New Haven passed into the background. <br/>
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The tall blades of grassed danced in the wind, rustling against each other, offering a backdrop of white noise over the steady clop of the horses hooves, the jangle of their bridles, the jingle of equipment.<br/>
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They were left to their own thoughts and conversations. They stopped around midday to eat and let the horses rest, the passage of time marked by the position of the sun overhead. The area they breaked in was just off to the side of the path they followed, an area of trampled grass radiating out in a circular motion. They were warned not to wander off into the grass, using the other side to relieve themselves, as needed.<br/>
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After the break, their journey continued. You might almost get the sense of roads traveled as the expanse of grass continued, no changes on the horizon. But now the sun was at their backs, setting on the land they new as they face land they did not.<br/>
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An hour before darkness settled, they reached the campsite for the night.<br/>
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A large area had been cleared of grass, the earth churned down to dirt and packed down. A berm of dirt encircled the encampment, the outside of it turned into a small channel from where the dirt had been dug up - a small earth rampart, if you will. The grass was otherwise cut down for about 20 yards around the encampment. A </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/35/58/cd/3558cd7f3af0b1aedf3dbff4d5e6395e.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(64, 224, 208)">wooden barricade </span></a><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(64, 224, 208)">of spikes, points facing outwards, sat in the ditch ringing the earth embankment. The top of the embankment - probably two feet taller than the rest of the place - was packed flat, footprints in the dirt suggesting it was patrolled by the soldiers at night.<br/>
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Two wagons were stationed in the cleared area. One was reinforced with metal on its outside,  the wagon bed itself a large container. It sat on four wheels and was one of the Legions interesting inventions - a water wagon. Its inside was filled with water and it had a cap like a barrel in order to pour the water from it. The second wagon was on two wheels, its bed placed down on the ground. It was wrapped in canvas which, when pulled back, revealed supplies - shovels, hammers, scythes, and other tools useful for the area, but expendable and left behind.<br/>
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The soldiers took up one half of the clearing, setting up their two man tents. in two neat rows of 6. They tethered their horses to the fence that went down the middle of the enclosure, furthest from the outside edges. They spread hay down for the horses to eat from. There was plenty of room for the Party to tether their horses to the line.<br/>
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Three canvas tents were set aside for the party, that their pack horse had carried. The soldiers went about setting up a fire with the wood they had packed in, in order to cook the evening meal even as darkness fell.<br/>
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Holger gladly hopped out of the saddle and assembled his tent. Like the others, it had a low profile - the sort of tent you crawled into. But it did close at either end, the flaps able to be drawn closed and tied together. He slid his bedroll onto one side of the tent. That left two tents for the other four people - unless one chose to get comfortable with their leader that night. If Red had wanted to sleep in a tent, Holger wasn't sure the big man would fit - either length wise or his huge size. <br/>
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He stretched once it was all set, sore from the ride. He hated horses. The soldiers huddled around the fire, which was set in a hole that had been dug into the ground, to keep it out of the wind. It wasn't remarkably windy as of yet, but apparently the wind could howl all night. <br/>
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A pot of stew was set to cooking, bowls and bread passed out equally among all. As things settled down, Holger walked past the tents and stepped up onto the embankment, away from every one else, peering out into the darkness as the stars started to twinkly overhead.</span>