I look around my camp, wondering what kind of people I've joined with. I had the least number of troops, but my gut told me that I was strongest. I went over to Denton "How long until we break camp and head to this boar's lair?" I asked. "Call him... Calydor, and give us another hour" he replied. "Very well" I said. I walked back over to my platoon and ordered my men to pack up as we would be moving out soon. They soon carried out my task and we were on our way. The sight of a million troops marching across the land must have been terrifying. The peasants waved to us as we marched past their farms. As we stopped to get a drink at a local village, I ran into my favorite author, Zeth. We talked about his stories and how they were so real for a while. Emily, another commander of our "clan", sat down with us and we soon had a full conversation going about the journey. "Hey Zeth... Why don't you come with us and write about our travels?" I said. "I'm sorry, but I can't. Why don't you record what happens?" he replied. I nodded; considering it. Then, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned and saw it was my personal messenger, notifying me it was time to go. I nodded to Zeth and I left to continue on our way. Fifteen hours later, we finally stopped; and hour away from the entrance to Calydor's Cave. Where we set up camp for the night.