A journey to the northwest

"Learn to shoot!" A shout came from above.

"Sorry"

All looked toward the sky, mostly covered in leaves it was and people standing on branches of the trees. They soon realized that the group they ambushed have noticed their presence, "Don't move or we all shoot!!!"

Frigs unsheathed his sword and dropped it on the snowy ground. The rest did the same, and the situation calmed down. The same person shouted once again at them, "Good. Now, what's your purpose of coming here?"

Frigs shouted in response, "We are recruiting some soldiers! I did some favour for your tribe once. It would be a good thing to repay your debts, right?"

The man raised one of his brows and the forest soon was filled with laughter, "Funny guy! The red spear doesn't have debts to southerners!"

One of the men from the garrison shouted back, "Let us meet your chief!"

"There's no need to ask them…" A voice came from a direction north of them.