"Brand, where are we actually headed?"
The metal fittings of two warhorses clanked as they trotted through the forest, one behind the other. The female knight on horseback tightly gripped the reins with one hand and turned her head anxiously to look at the surrounding scenery. The static forest resembled an oil painting, its deep background seeping with a refreshing green atmosphere, while sunlight pierced through the tree canopies, scattering like light veils upon the ground covered with fallen leaves.
The forest was silent, with only the soft sound of hooves on dried leaves and the eerie clang of metal, which made one's hair stand on end.
Frey's face looked a bit pale. Although the injuries she received from Laurena were minor and not severe after Melia's treatment, the long journey on horseback following blood loss was still somewhat exhausting for her.
"Tired?" Brand turned back to glance at her and asked with concern.
