Hyman rode at the head of his host, an army made up of twelve thousand men, the other three thousand sent towards the waterway. Having passed Seven Spire a week previous, they had finally entered the desert territory, passing villages, decimated by Lord Limb previously, never staying for longer than a night, rushing to get to the first fort of the Desert Gate they needed to take. Hyman clicked his tongue and groaned, feeling the heat of the sun on him.
Although it was a risk, any sudden ambush potentially proving fatal, he wore no armour or clothing bar a pair of shorts over chainmail leggings, preferring to feel air on his body and keep him cool. "My lord." Samuel rode up beside Hyman and looked ahead at the desert, seeing a sandstone fort shimmering in the heat. "Carter is marching quickly, the number of scouts we have seen is enough confirmation."
"I know." Hyman said, unable to stop a grin forming on his face, "Are you going to push your plan forward again?"
