For a moment, the wind faltered. An arrow came whistling through air toward Sir Elgon and only the man's many years of experience allowed him to raise his shield in time to stop the deadly missile.
-THUNK-
The sound of a broadhead burying itself into the veteran knight's shield was enough to snap Ollie out of his worries and bring him fully back to the present. Sir Cynwrig had promised to find Ollie's parents and to protect them. He'd had an entire night and day to do so. Ollie had to believe that he'd succeeded.
More importantly, whether Cynwrig had succeeded or not, there the wind had to hold. If it faltered, even for a moment, the archers on the walls would have clear shots at every person he'd sworn to protect.
He kept the wind steady, and he kept moving forward.
