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All was quiet among these trees, almost disturbingly so. Scouting out into the wilds was a necessary but taxing effort, and Roland found he wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of being as exposed as they were. All had been quiet for days on end, and the men, were tired, and growing antsy.
When given orders to make camp, they did so with grim expressions on their faces, and were wary. It wasn't often that Roland would go with a patrol. But for this occasion, it was to take weight off his mind. They had been traveling west from the coast for some days now, and it would be nice to have a distraction that wasn't wondering when they were going to be attacked, or find their next meal.
Between the trees, Roland stepped silently, pulling the bow he'd strapped to his back and knocking an arrow into the string. He'd seen a deer not far from here, bounding off when one of his men snapped a branch. They would follow it, tracking it for the next few hours or however long it would take to hunt. Food seemed to be getting scarcer.
Some of the others went up ahead of him, and he scanned the hillside, finding nothing. Except the sound of voices coming closer to him, voices that were not of his patrol.
He stirred, holding his breath and ducked behind a tree, listening as one voice became two and he spied two figures walking side by side.