94 The Camp Moves Out.

After another three lazy days rolled by, the atmosphere over the camp finally changed. It was like everyone just woke up and came to the unanimous conclusion that it was time to get a move on; Sorrentino at the very forefront. The old man was everywhere, drilling the troops, ensuring bags were packed and everything was in order. They were rolling out that evening in groups. Gavadiol was pleased to find that while he had been running around the forest, his father truly had managed to put a decent army together. He had even divided them into units and appointed captains over those units. At least, he would feel more confident with all those bodies when it was time to breach the castle walls. He groaned to himself. There was still a lot of strategy to be discussed. Konstantin finally appeared too, sword in hand. Gavadiol grinned at him. “You've finally managed to pull yourself away from that girl,” he teased. “Master, I know you're safe within the camp.” The big lad said solemnly