The riders form Viktor's fortress came to a halt, just outside the territory of the capital. They were making camp when a lone messenger came their way.<span style="color: #40BF40">"State your business, or be slaughtered in the name of..."</span><br/><br/>"Co'e on now, mate. It jus' me," the messenger said in a wierd accent. "I jus' came 'ere with a message from Lord Viktor. He said you 'ought to go t'wards the capit'al. It seems 'at a group o' youngins is headin' t'wards 'ere. Also, It be possible to let 'im know your sta'us."<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BF40">"True. Ok, you tell him this. We are on the way and we will kill these young ones. Then we can find that item, and return it to Lord Viktor, and we get's the reward,"</span>the leader thought. All the others agreed, and they decided after a long rest, they would pull out before morning, so they can get the drop on them.