"You know, I'd love this place if it wasn't for the rain."

The offhand comment seemed to have been taken badly, as the speaker was slapped in the back of the head. The head of the band grunts out a reply.

"If I had a sheep for all the idiotic things you say, I would be a rich man in Ewloe rather than here, in the mud with a bunch of twits like you all."

The so-called idiot in question simply turns around and sticks out his tongue childishly. The leader rolls his eyes and trudges forwards, ignoring the increasing amounts of stupid faces the impertinent youngster was making. A voice to his side soothes him despite the horrible weather.

"Don't fret over the boy, he has a problem with authority after his father died, and it doesn't help that his mother wasn't always there for him."

The source of the voice came from a tall blond lad, not too lanky but could pass off as either the shepherd's son or a trader's nephew. Oddly enough to Eirnín the group leader, it was as though sea salt permeated from the man. Eirnín grunts again nonetheless.

"Nobody's as tolerant as you, you know? And this is an expedition to unknown people and lands. Not some sheep show at the town centre."

The lad doesn't reply, and only offers a calm smile. A moment of silence establishes itself in the group as they march on east through the marshes past the mountains and hills of Bretonnia.

The group in question is an expedition favoured by King Faolán the Wolf and the druids to wonder east after hearing stories of lands much like their own. Most in the group were weary of their surroundings, their mood severely dampened due to the constant rain that had plagued them for days. Others were more optimistic, especially at the prospect of trading new goods and meeting brand new people.

Eirnín didn't care, just as long as he didn't need to use his trusty axe - not that he couldn't, it would just save a lot of future Bretonni lives. He shudders at the thought of the Great Deer leaving as their protector from the waste of life as well as bringing the ire of the Line of Laisrén.

Don't kill anyone seems to be the silent mantra all those in the expedition are whispering to themselves as they get closer and closer to new lands.

[M] Map of the expedition