The road stretched out before the large caravan of villagers, their wagons and carts trundling along. Dust billowed in their wake, stirred up by the steady clip-clop of hooves and the rhythmic creaking of wooden wheels.
*Twenty wagons, two hundred people, thirty horses, and almost a month-long journey.*
Gerard spied Fletch amongst the several men surrounding a wagon. His bow held in his hand, scanning the horizon for any trouble.
"Hey, Fletch!" Gerard called out.
Fletch exchanged a few words with the men beside him and came bustling over.
"You know my name?" Fletch asked.
"Uh, yeah. I heard someone say it. You're in charge of hunting, yes?"
"That's right."
"I'll take us along the nearby forest for as long as possible. Can we try to hunt for as much food as possible?"
"It shouldn't be hard. It might take some getting used to a new forest, but my hunters will manage. That's some good thinking."