He quickly left the room and forced himself to think about something else. He was unable to find food after a long search, much to his dismay. When he exited the compound with an empty stomach, the soldiers were reforming in the town square. He quickly jogged over to them, and upon spotting Gavin, asked what was going on. “They figure the party went south, toward the beaches.” Gavin jerked his thumb toward the road, which led south to the peninsula and a long stretch of beach. “We were headed there anyway. They want to get there before nightfall, so we’re heading out.”
Lucas nodded wearily. More walking, then. With no food. His heart sank. Well, once they reached the beaches…They’d probably have to fight. His heart sank further.
Gavin clapped him on the shoulder. “Cheer up, kid. We’re almost there.”
Lucas smiled weakly. “Almost,” he agreed.
It was almost an hour before they could leave. They had stabilized the town and the remaining people, with a promise that they’d send runners to Falador for aid. There were more injured to tend to, and then they gathered all the supplies that could be spared. Once the wagons were loaded, the horn blew, and off they went once more.
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