It was wonderful to be in the midst of trees again. I breathed freely the fresh air that smelled of grass, damp earth, and rotten leaves, and listened to the sound of stirring branches. After weeks of life at sea, it was soothing to the soul.
Normally, I would have been afraid of greenskins lurking behind the treeline, but not with this company of well-armed and well-armoured men securing our flanks. My enjoyment would have been complete if only I knew exactly what was waiting for us. We were in foreign lands, and the only people who knew we were here had long since gone. If we were mistreated—or worse—over some unjust suspicion, no one would ever know.
