Genseric was doing nothing in particular when he was approached by a man whose appearance was quite unusual, and Genseric could say with confidence never had he seen anything quite like it. A man of somewhat rough appearance, he had both the marks of a tribal man and of a man who had seen service among the Servants. The rarity of such an event was enough to raise a brief surprise in Genseric, which dissipated near instantly. Genseric’s expression had not broken.

He addressed him the way a superior addresses his subordinates, so Genseric assumed that he was so. Genseric guessed him to be a captain. He offered a small nod to the officer that he would follow him, although he had erroneously recognized him as a knight. Genseric, however, did not go to correct him.

They walked among the camps, Genseric quietly walking beside the officer. Then he, the officer, yelled, clearly grabbing the attention of all who were there. He was gathering a force for something, surely for something involving Cherwin. Once again he called Genseric a knight. 

As the group of them walked through the forest, Genseric ahead of them smoke rising to the sky. A young woman who appeared to be of an age similar to that of Genseric spoke up. She warned them of the dangers that they might encounter.

“So it seems,” Genseric said.