245 245. Battle of Three Fingers - Mind Games

The ground was muddy, and the air was humid. The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds still covered the sky. But for Sylvester, it didn't give any ominous feeling as he was the one who caused it. 

"Stand behind me on my right at all times. Do not make abrupt movements that may scare the Duke or whoever will come with him. Do not touch the hilt of your sword, and stay silent." Sylvester ordered his friend. 

"If he does something dumb, can I laugh?" Felix asked. 

"That you can, as long as you're not pointing fingers and acting like you'd fall from the horse while laughing." 

Soon, on their majestic galloping horses, they arrived near the massive camp of the Duke's army. It was all in a mess, and most of the tents near the boundary seemed to have broken apart. Last night's undead attack had truly hurt them, it appeared.