Two riders trotted along a narrow trail, their eyes constantly flicking toward the horizon. Truth be told they were happy with their role as scouts, as it allowed them as much freedom as they could have gotten while remaining soldiers with the high pay they were expected.
With nothing to do, they tended to one another.
"You know what?" one of them began, his voice carrying over the gentle clopping of hooves, "I'll just say it, we are lucky to have him as our captain. He always seems so... carefree. Drinks when he wants, laughs with the men, but never seems to actually do anything except ride drills."
The other rider, a bit older, shrugged. "Aye, I've noticed. They say the commanders of the other units are as strict as nails. Keen on discipline.The black giant? More fierce than a bull. But Egil? He's always got a smile on his face, barely gives orders outside of training. Strange for a captain, eh?"
