Tocharian stood in a sullen mood, alone. The pressure of ending the nuisance, terrorizing the kingdom, has finally taken its toll. It was close to nightfall, and the combinations of smells and growing animosity brewing amongst Kingsmen and the villagers, made the scene feel strenuous, depressing. "Second commander!" Tocharian hollered in a blunt tone, not caring who heard him. "If we have not found them in the next hour, then we shall resume the search at dawn for their bodies." Herbert approached the first. "Sir, do you think that is wise to end the search, so soon?" Clipping his empty flask to his horse's harness, Tocharian replied in a surly tone with his back to him. "It made seem soon to you, but something doesn't feel right here." …show more content…
"For there's nowhere else for the men to look?" Immediately spotting two Kingsmen, heading to the last home near the woods, the words: 'There's nowhere else for the men to look,' replays in his head. He looked past them to the trees. Memories of the past resurface and a sudden glimmer of hope forms in his eyes. He moves with a quickness to his horse and opens a black satchel hanging from its' back. He rummages through it, retrieving an old, tatter map, unrolling it carefully. It took him a moment to find what he was looking for-but once he did. He glances back to the trees near an abandoned fruit stand. "How did I not see this before?" he mutters to himself. His brown eyes clouding over-as his mind recalled King Aargau's death. "How could I forget such a bloody, headless …show more content…
It once belonged to the royal household of the Sigmoid." Tocharian turned, and both Herbert and he held a part of the map. He summarized his findings, moving his forefinger over the areas in question. "After the treaty was signed, our king received all parcels but one. A land, the Wylies still maintain ownership of." At the same time, Tocharian was speaking, Herbert's eyes were fixed on the line which once stretched for miles in many direction-crisscrossing roads that no longer existed. Amidst the onslaught of battle and alliances shifting at a moment notice, it was too much history for anyone-even those who witness it firsthand-to remember. His gaze broke from the map when the realization of their dilemma hit him. "Sir," he said, memories of that bloody night are slowly reemerging. "With this new information, it will be impossible at this rate to find the ones' we seek before nightfall