And so they began to move out.
After each group left the inn, they could feel the stares of the villagers peeking through the holes in their windows, eyeing them closely.
First to arrive at the windmill was the cavalry group - they were welcomed by a gloomy sight of crumbled windmill, the once towering building almost reduced to rubble. The surroundings were overgrown with thick bushes and occassional young tree; Mother Nature was eager to claim this place for herself again.
There was no one inside the windmill, and no one around. An overgrown road led deeper between the hills.
Soon, Charlotte, Gregor and Daniel arrived at the windmill, with Tantallos, Valor and Derick soon arriving as well. Then, there was a flash of thunder as the rain intensified... and someone stepped on a hill overlooking the windmill. Said man was wearing armor and had an oddly shaped sword at his belt. Then, through the overgrown road between two hills a large squad of militia began to pour into the windmill area, locating themselves in front of the hill or just behind the corner of the windmill.
The man coughed a bit and looked at the group with angry stare, his wrinkles showing his age.
"I'm Eor Kesselring. Next time ye visit a village of your contractor's enemy, make sure that the tallest guy on a horse isn't bearing her markings, or at least that certain lady isn't speaking that loud at the inn. I should ask what are you doing here, but I believe it's unnecessary. Now, which one of you is yer leader?"