Chapitre 82: Quest

The sun hung high, casting long shadows on the ground as the group of players, under Alan's lead, moved away from the safety of the farmhouse. Each of them was armed only with a sword and shield.

Murmurs of unease rippled through the ranks, with some glancing nervously at the distant horizon where the dark smoke of the Nazi-occupied town could be seen.

The fear in their hearts was palpable. They wondered if Alan, their leader, had any plans of making them confront the well-armed Nazi soldiers. The image of trained soldiers against their rudimentary weapons was a frightful one. But as they kept moving, it became evident that they were headed north, away from the potential conflict. Relief washed over some, but the burning questions persisted.

"Where is he taking us?!" whispered a young player to his companion, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"Is he going to make us killed!?"  another muttered, gripping his sword a little tighter.