If it wasn’t for the outskirts of the camp being unsafe, one could clearly believe the woman whose tent at the far side of the camp belonged to wanted to live in seclusion from the rest of the people who have united in this huge camp. The elven druid, despite all of her years spent sharing battlefields with all sort of people, still haven’t got used to living so close to other people. Living as a forest hermit for nearly a hundred years in solitude would surely do that to anyone doing so. However, the fact Mynn was standing among so many souls proved that the situation was dire, even though “peace” had returned after the War of Perseverance was over. Who knew when the third wave would hit the Three Kingdom, and how massive will it be? Much like a lot of people who had gathered here, the Wild Elf was not about to just wait until it was too late. She wanted to be part of a force that would deal with the creatures that had plagued the land for far too long.

Being about the size of a small town, it was no wonder the camp was so lively and busy. However, today seemed busier than normal. People were running all around the place, shouting in a hurry words that Mynn could barely understand. While it had been nearly 15 years the druidic woman had joined Humans, Elves and Dwarves to fight off the Undying, the savage Elf never really took time to fully learn the common language spoken by all. She had begun to grasp the meanings, and even speaking the language, albeit in a crude fashion, well enough to be understood. 

Sitting quite still in front of her tent on a small chair that Mynn had crafted out of some wood planks thanks to her magic, the stoic druid watched passively as men and women began rushing towards the center of the camp. She tilted her head slightly, both interested and curious as to what was currently happening in the camp for everyone to be so seemingly excited. With growing interest, Mynn slowly got up from her stool, using her quarterstaff as leverage to step up. Just as the same time, someone would stop in front of the haughty-looking druid clad in a brown cloak to protect from the rain and a white mask covering her face.

“Hail lady! You should make haste to the center of the camp, else you might miss Duchess Stormsparrow’s speech!”  the young man said, barely out of his teenage years.

Mynn recognized the young human as being his tent neighbourhood. Although she wanted to be as far as possible from the most of the camp’s action, the wild elven daughter of nature was bound to have people still living not far from her due to how big and packed the camp was. Every time they crossed path, the young lad would be so excited and social to Mynn, only to be greeted silently by a simple hand gesture.

Agreeing to the young man’s suggestion, Mynn only slightly nodded affirmatively before walking slowly towards the center of the camp. Already, the boy was out of her sight, surely running towards the meeting point by now. Despite being muddy everywhere because of the downpour, this condition didn’t seem to be affecting much the Druid. If one would pay attention down towards her feet, they could notice Mynn was walking bare-footed. Not even once the slippery mud would make her lose balance. 

Eventually, the cloaked Elf reached the center of the camp. Wooden stages had been erected, as if it was in preparation for some big announcement, putting those who would be standing there in importance. Surely this was the place where everyone was gathering to hear the Duchess speech. Even though she had taken her time to walk here, she didn’t seem to have missed the rallying speech, judging from the people still arriving and the empty stage. Already, there were so many people who had converged in this area. Still feeling uneasy being around this big of a crowd, Mynn was staying at the back of the lot. She trusted enough her senses to pick up the Duchess’ words and looks even if the druidic lass was this far from the stage. At the very least, she wouldn’t feel suffocated by the stench of hundreds of warriors surrounding her.

At last, now was the time to know if Mynn was betting on the right horse, if her instincts were right to bring her here.