The men watched her go, not saying a word.
"It's people like her that this country would never find peace." sighed Gerwen as he nodded to the trumpeter, who gave a short signal. "Too stubborn for her own good."
"It's her stubbornness that won so many battles." said Ostwin, lowering his crossbow down to at an at ease position. "I would know." he added under his breath.
Men were now appearing out of the forest, starting to gather around the three original men, whispering and murmuring amongst themselves.
"Yeah?" said Gerwen, raising an eyebrow as the flag bearer moved to his side. "And it is her kind of stubbornness that started this war."
Looking down, hands still crossed, he shook his head. "When would you people learn that ridding the world of magic is like saying you are to ridding the world of people with brown hair. I suppose it's possible, but in the end is it truly worth all the trouble?"
Ostwin was still staring after the general, he showed no expression, didn't even blink. "Maybe it is..."murmured the crossbow brother as the bow brother turned to address the men. "maybe it isn't..."
"Alright men!" Gerwen said as the men gathered around. "We've wasted enough time here, we are heading home. Roger! Sam! I want you two on scoutin..."
THe words Gerwen said seem to drown out into the rain as Ostwin kept staring after the general, who disappeared into the horizon. Soon, his vision fell upon the capital city itself. And then he remembered...
"Uh, sir." said one of the crossbowmen, interrupting Gerwen's instructions.
"What is it Gunther?" replied Gerwen.
"Over there." the crossbowman pointed over Gerwen's shoulder. All eyes turn to see a moving Ostwin.
"Oi! Brother!" yelled Gerwen at said brother. "Where you going?"
"To get a drink!" Ostwin yelled back. "And to visit an old friend!"
Gerwen looked on with disbelief, before blowing out huffing. "Damnit."
"Should we go after him boss?" asked one of the crossbowmen as the rest looked on, mostly concerned.
"No, no." sighed Gerwen. "It's been a long time coming, let him be for now." He looked back at his brother. "He needs it."
"But will he be able to find us?" asked one of the bowmen while he looked at the Captain.
"Yeah, he will." said the Captain. "Usually does. And if he doesn't... well, we'll be the ones finding him."