The first couple nights my face felt stiff and raw, my hands sore as was my backside from sitting on a wooden carriage seat all day as it plodded along. It was strange and exciting not to be surrounded by stone walls. Walls turned to open fields, fields to trees and trees to forest, all in a matter of days.
The days and nights began to form a pattern, plodding along while the sun was up, followed by circling the wagons and fortifying them together at night. It was the fourth night on the road that the pattern changed and I saw what everybody else already knew.
Late that night, walking to the fire with Zeneak Rivenwood the call came up from the barricade,