Today, the sun looked slightly dim, almost as if its light had weakened just a touch. As crazy as it sounded, the whole world felt a shade darker. The chatter inside my wagon had become nearly unbearable for my ears.
I could not hear anything from the front of the caravan anymore, because Northern Wolf's booming voice drowned out every other sound. My sensitive ears burned from the constant noise. This giant bear-man truly did not know how to keep his mouth shut.
"We are close to the last town. Get ready to scout. We need at least thirty more people in this place. It is one of the biggest towns where adventurers gather right before the Citadel of the Lionheart." Rovan's voice cut through the rhythm of the horse hooves.
I glanced up at him, but he did not look back from the driver's seat. He simply followed the wagons ahead of us, focused entirely on the road.
