Breached

[Camelot]

A group of mercenaries and a few soldiers are at the border of Camelot. This group was set here as the scouting group.

Not much was expected to happen here but it just couldn't be left without any form of defense. The air feeling in the air is calm and welcoming.

"This is all bullshit." A middle aged man cursed sitting down. "They intentionally put us here knowing nothing will happen. Looking down on us." He gritted his teeth in anger.

"You should be careful what you wish for. You would be surprised to know we are better off staying here." A fat man holding a large piece of roasted meat responded to him.

"I agree with you on that."

A voice echoed in the air. There was no figure to claim the words.

What followed the words was a heavy ominous feeling in the air. It wasn't a suffocating presence. It wasn't either ohra or magic. Just pure heavy presence that could not be identified.