"Well, the events down south were rather bloody. In fact it was the reason that the champion came south in the first place." Gallus recalled for the sake of sounding like he wasn't secretly interrogating. "A large force descended upon a clan in the Tenmar forest near to Senchal with this gas that forced lycans to transform back out of their beast forms. Most of the clan was killed or captured, with a minority scattered." Gallus decided not to go too in depth, especially since he was interrupted by Hiritus stopping and sitting.

"Wet your mouth, only take a sip," Gallus said as he stopped and handed Hiritus a waterskin, "With the pace we're going, the last thing we need is to run out of water. You've got five minutes to catch your breath."

While Hiritus drank, Gallus stayed standing and surveyed their surroundings. There were still no signs of backup. Regardless, even though it made sense for Hiritus' knowledge to be limited regarding the plans of the enemy, Gallus was most curious about this grand plan. "You said specific people? That seems a bit odd. What do you mean by specific? Do they share something in common?"