Floki and his men found some Blackstone horses loitering around the vicinity of the village. They mounted them, which made their journey a lot faster.
Floki led in front with the white horse that once belonged to the elder, who was now bound behind him. He was still riding his horse, but not as a master anymore, but as a captive.
Anton and Jabba took the brown horses. Their huge figure, combined with the horses, gave them a pose that almost made them resemble knights from movies.
It had been about almost four hours since their journey began.
It was still nighttime, but the sky had already begun to gain some semblance of blue, indicating the arrival of morning.
"Hey, you…"
Anton knocked the soldier bound to his horse and woke him up from his tired slumber.
"How much time do we have before we arrive?"
The soldier grumbled and cursed under his breath, yet he responded, afraid he would be hit again.
