After walking for another 10 minutes, the group finally reached a small open area near the edge of the forest where they could stop and take a break. It was dry and rather warm since it was surrounded by large trees that protected them from the strong wind whistling in their ears.
Quickly, the mercenaries set up a small camp there to rest. Their eagerness to sit down and perhaps take a nap was clear on their faces. They were thoroughly exhausted and hungry.
Arthur sat down near the tree, resting his back against its giant trunk. Feeling the ancient wood on his book almost resonating with loud thuds in his ears, he felt rather peaceful for a moment as he watched the group sit down and rest.
"Who wants some fruits?" One mercenary asked as he pulled out a bag from his backpack. In it were a few sundried fruits he brought with him for the trip.
"Dried fruits? Did your wife make those?"
