The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 81: Forest Encounter
Chapter 81: Forest Encounter
Several days passed, and the anticipated encounter did not occur.
The Adalatte River was not only calmer than other rivers in the northern part of the continent, but it also had no drowners.
However, this tranquility could not erase the worry in the witcher's heart.
Sir Royce and his subordinates also noticed the oppressive stillness, like the calm before a storm.
The only ones who felt happy were Tyrion and his caravan guards, and the bard who stared at the river and the forests on both sides, trying to compose a poem about a non-existent river battle.
Although the Adalatte River belonged to both the Kingdom of Kaerak and the Kingdom of Cidaris, there were hardly any Cidarian merchant ships on the river.
This was not surprising. Cidarian caravans either went overland, directly north of the northern forest of Brokilon, straight to Temeria's Velen province.
Or they could go by sea.
Naturally, there was no need to compete with Kaerak for navigation rights on the Adalatte River.
After all, the source of the Adalatte River was the northern forest of Brokilon, from which no one returned.
When the barge finally stopped, nearly a week had passed since they had set off from Kaerak City.
Sir Royce was the first to disembark with his men, securing advantageous positions on land.
After confirming there was no danger, the Golden Lion caravan slowly disembarked.
Since the purpose of this trip was not business, the caravan did not carry any goods. All they had were essential supplies for wilderness survival.
In addition, considering the inconvenience of using wagons in the forest, the Golden Lion caravan chose to use packhorses to carry the team's supplies.
After everyone else had disembarked, Lynn, Triss, and Marillian, who was both nervous and somewhat curious, were the last to step onto land.
"Sir Royce, we will now return to Kaerak City. Wishing you all the best."
After the captain waved goodbye to Sir Royce, the barge returned along the way it had come.
Sir Royce began to assign tasks.
He divided the 10 soldiers he had brought into two teams.
He himself, riding a tall warhorse, along with 2 attendants specially brought to care for the horses and 4 soldiers as scouts, walked at the forefront of the group.
The remaining 6 soldiers walked at the very back.
This way, Tyrion and his 5 caravan guards and 1 cook could be protected in the middle.
In addition, Lynn, Triss, and the bard Marillian accompanied Tyrion's caravan, receiving the protection of the soldiers.
After the arrangements were made, Sir Royce looked at Lynn. "Witcher, is there anything to add?"
Sir Royce's arrangements were fine.
Several days passed, and the anticipated encounter did not occur.
The Adalatte River was not only calmer than other rivers in the northern part of the continent, but it also had no drowners.
However, this tranquility could not erase the worry in the witcher's heart.
Sir Royce and his subordinates also noticed the oppressive stillness, like the calm before a storm.
The only ones who felt happy were Tyrion and his caravan guards, and the bard who stared at the river and the forests on both sides, trying to compose a poem about a non-existent river battle.
Although the Adalatte River belonged to both the Kingdom of Kaerak and the Kingdom of Cidaris, there were hardly any Cidarian merchant ships on the river.
This was not surprising. Cidarian caravans either went overland, directly north of the northern forest of Brokilon, straight to Temeria's Velen province.
Or they could go by sea.
Naturally, there was no need to compete with Kaerak for navigation rights on the Adalatte River.
After all, the source of the Adalatte River was the northern forest of Brokilon, from which no one returned.
When the barge finally stopped, nearly a week had passed since they had set off from Kaerak City.
Sir Royce was the first to disembark with his men, securing advantageous positions on land.
After confirming there was no danger, the Golden Lion caravan slowly disembarked.
Since the purpose of this trip was not business, the caravan did not carry any goods. All they had were essential supplies for wilderness survival.
In addition, considering the inconvenience of using wagons in the forest, the Golden Lion caravan chose to use packhorses to carry the team's supplies.
After everyone else had disembarked, Lynn, Triss, and Marillian, who was both nervous and somewhat curious, were the last to step onto land.
"Sir Royce, we will now return to Kaerak City. Wishing you all the best."
After the captain waved goodbye to Sir Royce, the barge returned along the way it had come.
Sir Royce began to assign tasks.
He divided the 10 soldiers he had brought into two teams.
He himself, riding a tall warhorse, along with 2 attendants specially brought to care for the horses and 4 soldiers as scouts, walked at the forefront of the group.
The remaining 6 soldiers walked at the very back.
This way, Tyrion and his 5 caravan guards and 1 cook could be protected in the middle.
In addition, Lynn, Triss, and the bard Marillian accompanied Tyrion's caravan, receiving the protection of the soldiers.
After the arrangements were made, Sir Royce looked at Lynn. "Witcher, is there anything to add?"
Sir Royce's arrangements were fine.