Grand Feast

Jay was led to Grundel’s hut, and entered this time.

It was about as pathetic as Jay expected. He had a wood bed covered with some long grass and fibres, with the addition of a table which was just made from more sticks.

“Ah, Jay. Lovely. I trust your information gathering went well?” he smiled.

“Oh yes. I know everything I need, and then some. I’m completely prepared to slay the knights tomorrow.” Jay said in an honest voice, lying to his face.

He wanted the elder to think he was successful in order to gauge his reaction.

Even since Jay began to feel suspicious, he also had Red come back closer to the village, scouting the forest and looking for any potential messengers going to warn the knights about his presence.

He could send more of the skeletons to scout the knight territory for him tomorrow after he began his journey, but for now he wanted them with him for his protection - packed up inside his gauntlet as living blueprints.