"I can see it," Brann muttered. "We're almost there."
In the distance, Grimjaw Mountain came into view at last. Though it would still take them at least two to three more hours to reach their destination, he was glad they were almost at their destination.
The travel had not been smooth since they had to make several stops along the way.
They had encountered orcs, as well as goblin raiding parties, during their journey, which slowed their travel time by a lot.
Fortunately, none of the warriors had died from these battles. However, some of them were seriously injured and were currently being taken care of in the wagons.
Brann believed that Leone would show mercy on them and use their resources to help tend to his warriors. In his eyes, the young man was a righteous, and benevolent ruler.
He might still be young, but he could feel the sincerity in his gaze whenever Leone looked at them.
