Luther's side (II) - Agusa

Luther and his troops halted just before they reached the village's wall. A smile played on the old man's lips - "What a scared young man." - he thought, recalling the frightened eyes that quickly hid behind the gate as soon as his gaze met them - "But I must admit, he has quite the reflexes. He shut the gate as soon as I looked at him. He would do quite a good scout."

The sound of an approaching horse reached Luther's ears - "General, should we continue? What is your orders?" - It was a slender blond-haired man, holding a long wooden bow while sitting comfortably on his horse as if they were a single piece.

"What do you think we should do, Agusa?" - Luther asked, looking at the young man with interest. 

Agusa didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked up at the sky, wetted his finger with his tongue, and held it up to feel the wind. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then turned back to Luther.