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The pathway shrinks down to shoulders width, dark looming trees hang overhead the travelers. Chilly temperatures bite. This part of the trail is located near the water. Causing the mass vegetation that takes over the path. The view of the lake was beautiful, seeing it though the little openings between the leaves, some small boats were sailing. Draug continues to haul his massive equipment. His arms grow weary little by little. Cord noticed his increasing struggle. He couldn't help but to ask. "Draug? You seem to be carrying that heavy armor everywhere you go. Need some help with that?". Draug shoots a quick glance in his direction. "I am alright. Camus' castle is close by anyway."

This however, was very wrong. Jiol and Camus' settlement is days away of walking distance from the rebellion. The path there requires hefty tools for a long hike. Luckily, most travellers ride on horses. A few use flying beasts or wooden machinery as means of transportation. Draug watches Minerva in the sky in envy, feeling like a little ant on the ground. How come I am forced to walk the whole distance? In Draug's favor. Cord asked the Prince if Draug could be given a horse to carry his heavy armor. Marth told Frey to assist him. Frey was already trailing alongside him with supplies loaded on the horse's back. Frey made a little room for the stuff, and Draug dumped his armor on the horse's back. Shivering, they chatted. The trees became thinner, the temperature dipped low. Bord and the others were now riding on horseback. Marth leads the rebellion down the uncertain road. His advisor Nyna approaches. "Is it time we pick a spot to rest? The path is still long and the horses need feeding."

Marth turned over to face her. Nyna's presence calms his heart. Marth relates to her on a special level. Since both have had recently deceased parents. "We will not be traveling for much longer. Soon we will stop to rest." Marth looks back to focus on the road. It's become ragged and less outlined. Flying high above, Minerva was watching over the crowd. Making sure no one ends up lost. Gray clouds hang above like a thick bumpy blanket, letting only a few beams of light pass through. She motions for her dragon to trail behind everyone. A few droplets of rain start coming, She looks over her dragon and descends to the ground. Landing her beast beside Bord and the others. She tries to land as quietly as possible, trying her best not to be noticed. Or she would have to talk to these dummies again.