Riiga

"This isn't good enough. We need more men." Amos said sharply, looking back at the soldier.

"B- But this is all we can find, sir." The soldier studdered.

Amos looked at the other two soldiers. "No, it's too risky. Three isn't enough. I'm sure there is more skilled fighters in this city."

"Yes, sir. I will look around again right away."

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Amos looked up from his papers upon hearing Samual's voice and removed his feet from his desk. "Pfft, you've got to be kidding me..." Amos muttered to himself. "Soldiers, get in here!" He yelled.

Three soldiers entered the room shortly after and saluted. "What is it, sir?" One of them asked.

Amos looked at the three. "Which one of you found Samual Rock?"

"I- I did," Replied one of the soldiers.

"What did I tell you, then. I said EXPERIENCED soldiers, didn't I! Then you go and get one of those free poolers." Amos shouted, loosing his temper. "We're running out of time as it is."

"S-sir... maybe you should look at h-his papers..." One of the soldiers suggested, after Amos had calmed down a little.

Amos looked at his desk and started to shuffle through some papers. "Ah, here it is." Amos said calmly, resting his feet on his desk and leaning back in his chair. "Interesting... very interesting... I suppose since we don't have much time left, if any." He looked back at Samuel. "I will let you join, Rock. But before I do, tell me, what is your worst fear?"

Amos smiled discreetly and leant back on his chair, laughing in his head. "Mmmm, you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to... if it's that embarrasing. As long as it's not..." He paused and lowered his voice, "beasts of The Enemy..." 

He looked at some papers on his desk. "Well, anyway, back to the matters at hand. Our mission for a few days, give or take, will be to travel to Carson's gate, on the south border of North Ideitess." He looked back at Samuel. "A scout reported that it has been breached by The Enemy, again, and we need to go down there and kill anything that got through, so we can repair it, not us in particular, but the builders, or whatever. This might be quite a challenging first mission for you, but it must be done, otherwise the king would have my head... in a matter of speaking... any questions, Rock?

"No no no, of course not, that's suicide. But I do believe I said our, and besides, I was only telling you because I've been through it with the other soldiers already." Amos explained, leaning ford and taking his feet of his desk. "I hope you have had a good breakfast, Rock, because we shall leave right away. If we ride quickly, we should reach the gate within 5 days or so." 

Amos stood and walked around his desk to a door on the side, the other soldiers followed and went through the door. AMos turned to Rock, "Coming?"

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Amos went outside himself and stood next to Samuel. "Hmmm, which one do you want? Besides mine..." Amos asked as the three soldiers got on their own horses, leaving four left, not including Amos's horse. There was two brown horses, a white one, and a black one. "Well, looks like there's four left." With that said, Amos mounted his own steed. His horse was a white stallion clad in blue armour with a black cloth that covered the horses's body and came down to it's knees. When Amos was atop his horse he looked at Samuel. "Well, come on. We don't have all day."

Once Keith saw that Samuel was ready to go, he started to ride off through the gate that lead to a road that went around the city below the castle and along the river side. When Keith was out of the gate he slowly led his horse into a gallop, as did the other men. They rode fast, though Amos' horse was covered in heavy armour, it was still just as fast as the others, being a strong royal horse and slightly larger than the average horse.

When the horses eventually got tired of galloping they slowed them down to walking. Since it was going to be a long ride still until night fall, Keith thought he would get to know Samuel better. "So, Rock. Found anyone special?" Keith asked, dropping his horse back next to Samuel, eyes fixed on the horizon.

"I..." Amos looked down at his horses head. "My wife died many years ago..." Amos looked back at the horizon at the mountains in the distance. His eyes seeming to gaze at something unseen.

"My daughter bought it for me... well, for herself but gave it to me. He's a special horse." Amos looked at Samuel. "Rumours say it was once one of King Ciril's royal horses... But I don't know how they figure that..." 

He looked back at the horizon, at the setting sun. "We should stop for the night soon."

Amos looked at the same hill and narrowed his eyes in deep concentration. "Yes, we shall sleep there for the night, Rock," Amos yelled across the galoping of the horses. He steered his horse a little and they all eventually reached the caves and dismounted their horses.

"Well, men, we set up camp here tonight. So, you all know what to do." Amos ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The three soldiers saluted and went off to do their jobs.

"Well done, Rock. I would have never thought of staying caves let alone pointing one out from that distance. You're sharper than I thought you were." Amos said, giving him a little smile. He turned and called out for his men. Within minutes they all appeared before him. "All clear?"

"Yes, sir. Nothing in sight."

"Excellent. Well, as you know, one of us will have to keep watch tonight... So, make up your decisions."

Amos stepped back a little quickly, startled, and almost tripped. "Yes... I thought you might..." Amos said, looking at the moon. Amos leant down to Samuel. "Be very careful, quiet and wake me up if you see or hear anything. We don't know how far up they have gotten, de we?" Amos whispered into Samuel's ear. He leant up and looked at the other soldiers. "Well, men. Looks like we need to get some rest. The four of them went into the caves to rest while Samuel was left outside.