Summer 36, 513
Rodywyn checked his pack, it was lighter than normal, it was a pack made for patrolling. The whole of the orange company had gathered for one of its 5 day patrols across the Bronze Woods. He felt it was the most important patrol route, this vast stretch of land would become very dangerous if no one watched it, with predators, and bandits preying on the farmers, and merchants as they made there way to and from the city. Rodywyn kept his short bow nearby, and his long sword lashed to his pack for ease of carrying. It would be a long trip, and it could get caught on bramble and brush very easily. He was wearing his chain mail, and mostly leather padding, it was light, and would protect from all but the most heinous blows.
Rodywyn didn’t know the time, the moon was still high in the sky, and the city they left was mostly quiet. Were it not for the fifty knights leaving the city, it would almost seem deserted. They left with a supply of rations for each knight, enough for the patrol, nothing that needed to be cooked though, they wouldn’t have the time to cook. Rodywyn also snuck a couple pounds of his smoked deer jerky though, it always helped moral to have a simple bit of meat you could eat that would add a little variety to their day. As their rations were very bland, and tasteless.
The 5th wing held the center of the line as they made their way through the forest, slowly, and deliberately, What sort of things would this patrol find? Rodywyn could never be sure, but he was excited to be back in the woods after spending five long days cramped in the oven called Syliras.