He rummaged in his pack – no food. His stomach rumbled. At least his canteen still had some water. He sucked down a few warm drops, then shouldered his bag and buckled his sword belt. Lastly, he slung the bow over his shoulder. His quill still had a handful of arrows, which he hoped to conserve for the attack on Brimhaven.
Jonah needed to give no orders; before the dawn had truly risen, their ragged band stood ready and the commander simply began walking. They fell into line behind him. And so the march continued.
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