High Speed Travelling

Damian picked up the short sword the beastman runesmith had made for him, just delivered into his room. He examined it carefully before placing it back down. In front of him lay several pieces of steel armor, many of which he didn't even know how to use.

Not wasting time, he started putting them on, having packed all his other supplies in his spatial storage the previous night. The room was now empty, save for his bed and ink stains scattered across the floor. It was still early morning, but this was the best time to move. The scouts keeping an eye on the camp could already see that they were planning to retreat, and they might have some countermeasures in place. But they wouldn't be able to act on it. Damian's group would be the ones to spring the surprise today.

'Knock, knock.'

"Can I come in?"