"I don't know what Lord Gregory is thinking. The Valley of the Forgotten cannot be plundered." A young soldier with a long bolt-action rifle said, using a stick to stir the fire.
"You're right, I don't even know how they plan to navigate inside, but the head of the house does seem confident." Another soldier spoke, seemingly optimistic.
"You know that the head of the house only got promoted to a noble not long ago. He's a risk taker, and with that he's now a noble." The third one, who was a lady, spoke this time.
All thirty soldiers were camped by the side of the road, all chatting about the sudden and upcoming expedition into the Valley of the Forgotten.
And most of them couldn't help but seem confused as to why the head of House Crete would risk something like this.
"You need blankets?" A gentle voice startled the soldiers. Their faces dropped as they saw who was right beside them all this time.
Harley smiled, holding a pile of blankets in his arms.
