Chapter 101: The Flag

Hours before the meeting, the sounds of horse hooves could be heard, accompanied by the clattering of carts and muffled yells of people. The aids from the kingdom had arrived.

Desilva's ears perked up at the sounds and looked up from her unfinished piece of clothing, her eyes widening when she noticed a cloud of dust in the distance and shadows of figures. Quickly, she dropped her cloth and reached for the whistle hung around her neck then rose it up to her lips and blew with all her strength. 

'TWEEEEEEEEEEEE' it rang out, a signal to gear up for an approaching group of unidentified figures.

She dropped the whistle and stood up from her seat, grabbing a spear and walking towards the entrance of the camp. It was November 10, the day the supply from the kingdom came in, but you could never be too careful. Approaches made by ambushers also came the same way.