“Tessa,” he calls to his lieutenant. She reins her horse to his side in a matter of moments. “Let’s take a break to feed the horses and the troops.” She nods and whistles in a strange tune that the others seem to understand means to take a break. Kalel doesn’t stop though. His horse keeps heading straight, adjacent with the forest wall to our right until he locates a small red flag hanging from a long outward stretched branch. He pulls on the reins, and the horse turns into the forest, following a frozen path made of stones to a small cottage tucked away in the woods.
