You had been riding for a day or so, and you were starting to think that you were going in the wrong direction. You felt the eyes of predators on my back, but you weren't worried. You yawn, but you couldn't fall asleep, falling asleep was almost impossible on horseback after all. The rays of sunrise shone through the tall forest trees in into your eyes. Titans dotted the land around you, but you simply maneuver around them. Traveling was boring to you, nothing to do, and in this trip, you only knew faintly of the direction you were supposed to go.

As you were about to nod off for what felt like the 500th time, you hear a noise that makes you shoot straight up on your saddle and try to hone in on what you had heard.

A few moments later and the unmistakable yells of human, and horses hooves on the paved road of the giant forest echoed behind you. Quietly, you pull the reins to get your horse to stop and go into the forest to hide and wait.

A few short minutes later, you see the figures of now dishevelled men and women ride past on horseback. Some horses also pulled along carts which you knew were filled with the injured or dead. All of them were wearing cloaks of green with the wings of freedom printed on the back. The back of the group looked a bit more energetic, which was expected if they wanted to protect the middle from titans. The group was in such a pathetic state, but as the last of them passed you by, you couldn't help but smile."

You had found the Recon Crops.