Luka guided Furia towards the gathering knights. He glanced back at Reina, who seemed quite hesitant to approach the very men who had threatened her with spears and swords less than a day ago.
It wasn't like she'd completely trusted him either.
"Lord Luka!" Gerard, in his half-plate armour, waved beside a stalwart, proud horse with a brown and black coat of fur.
"Gerard, how are preparations?"
He took a glance, noticing most of the men from the dinner now taking cold baths, before wearing their armour and gathering around their horses. The hunters all sat in a circle, preparing their bows and helping repair and maintain arrows.
When watching her closely, he found Vaun's atmosphere was different.
Unlike the usual stiff old man, there was a delicate grace with all her movements, as if she was no longer willing to hide her true form.
'If she wishes to reveal herself, I should provide a stage to do so.'
