Chapter Thirty-Eight

The past few days have left Soren feeling haggard. All in all, their journey to this point had been uneventful, at least as far as what he expected. He had anticipated some bandits, or wild animal attacks, something common for such a large convoy to experience. Instead, all he had faced was arguments with a nosy elf and having to chase an annoying vulture away from what was his. 

Currently, they were leaving the forest behind and traveling through sparsely inhabited farmlands. Soren looked around at the fields and pastures that surrounded them. He was satisfied with what he saw. No one would disturb them until they reached more populated areas and started passing through villages and towns. He dreaded to think of how people would crowd around them once they got to Gilden though. Despite his harsh demeanor, people flocked to Soren whenever he was there. Being a general was enough to garner unwanted fame.