"Fuck! So gloomy."
"Amon!" Just then, a voice came from behind.
It belonged to Caspian.
Amon bowed slightly to him. "Hello, Sir Caspian."
"It seems you just had a good lunch. Now follow me. I will take you to the group you are going to join from now on."
Caspian turned around and began walking, motioning for Amon to follow.
Amon quickly fell into step behind him as they passed through the camp. Soldiers moved about. Some resting, others sharpening weapons or checking equipment.
After a short walk, Caspian stopped near the edge of the clearing. There, a small group of soldiers was gathered.
'There are only five…' Amon thought while looking at them.
It was a compact troop. Only five people in total.
Two women and three men.
Two of the men looked middle-aged, their faces rough and weathered from years of battle.
