[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]


The woodlands didn’t impede Ash even though the horse was much larger than its companions in the line of Knights. Sir Garrett’s careful direction and the horses own cunning were more than sufficient to navigate the trees of the forest. Velt’s alpine forests had never hindered the Lak’shial horses when they were forced to ascend to root out trouble or cut wood for their dwellings. The quiet of the forest was disturbed by the passing column of Knights but Garrett paid it little head as he strained his ears to pick up the sounds of wildlife and other things less native to the area. 

The whole forest was awfully quiet largely due to the presence of the Knights tramping through it; the usual present wildlife had disappeared in a hurry. Inhaling slowly Garrett could detect the scent of woodsmoke on the gentle breeze that passed through the branches of the forest. They were getting close to the camp that was for sure. 

Picking its way over branches and around stones Garrett flicked his gaze through the trees towards the group as it continued in more or less single file. Every gaze was on the young captain; it was less than surprising really given the lack of experience of the young woman. With a tug of the reigns Garrett lead Ash through the tree line towards the procession of Knights. Falling in next to Fanilly Garrett nodded to the Captain. “We’re close, I can smell smoke and the forest is lacking in wild life here.” With another respectful nod Sir Garrett tugged on Ash’s reigns again to drop back along the side of the procession. The Heavy Khopesh rested across the top of his saddle gripped in his right hand. The hulking veteran Knight slowly ran his thumb over a spot on the leather wrapping of the hilt. A smooth spot beneath the leather thumb of his gauntlet showed the nervous tick had been around for years. The smooth spot could be found on all of Sir Garrett’s weapons in about the same spot with the exception of his Warmaul which lacked the leather straps on the grip. 

Reaching up Garrett used his legs to guide Ash for a moment as he checked his visor before gently touching his bow on the left side of the saddle. Everything was in order. It wouldn’t be long before the killing started. It was just a matter of who was going to die. With another inhale Garrett tested the air again, savoring the scent of the woods before it was stained with blood.