"It's an old acquaintance, Kaes—"
The man dressed in Black Knight combat uniform looked distantly at the undulating mountains below, where spots of campfires dotted the black forest. The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group seemed to be sleeping in a large cradle, their camp entirely silent, only the western sea winds slipping into the night, making the forest respond with rustling noises.
It sounded like the ocean waves.
Or perhaps like a monster's distant, high-pitched scream in the forest, the howl traveling far.
