<div class="floatleft">(https://external-preview.redd.it/ziroI26VIc5XOeev_IdjzO-rKr-pCcBrjrkB8QMxBws.jpg?width=640&amp;crop=smart&amp;auto=webp&amp;s=dc142dd6e52a45a9b29d98a3cbd8ec02ed78c04c)</div>Carissa sipped her coffee, sitting on her warhorse, Bunny, named by her youngest sister. The memory pained her with thoughts of home.<br/>Carissa frowned at hearing they couldn't bring the wagons. The scouts had told her there was a clear path. Carissa cursed the scouts for not informing her of the path's size and then she cursed herself for not being specific. Many of the soldiers used to following orders took questions at their narrowest interpretation.<br/>"<strong>We will do what we must. We will leave the wagons behind and well guarded.</strong>" This meant Carissa's troop would need to return before nightfall.<br/>