Meanwhile, as Luka pushed north through the perilous forest, growing stronger ever so gradually. Iris sat atop her well-trained brown wolf, watching as her fellow dwarves and the human warriors who followed her armed themselves.
"Are you worried, Lady Iris?"
A gentle, but powerful voice came from behind her as Gerard rode a rather fierce-looking wolf, missing one eye, with brilliant white fur like his hair.
"Eh, you! Kekeke, did you abandon your horse knight?!"
"No, Dear Lady. This mission is important to you, My Lord and the future of our people, thus I have chosen the best possible mount."
'Though I understand their Lord perished...'
Iris didn't mean to constantly mock or degrade the men and knights from Babylon.
The memories were just too vivid for her to forget the moment they sent a distress call to Babylon for help when the goblin shaman first appeared and received no answer.
He didn't take the goblins to conquer them on the first day.
