Arvan was helping a blacksmith in the Mythronian camp with his forge.
"Where shall I put these weapons?" He asked.
"Put them down by the other ones" He responded. Arvan could hear the sound of an approaching horse.
A Mythronian knight on a horse approached him. "Hello, you're Arvan I presume, I am Sir Gerdof of Mythron. I come with a letter for you."
Arvan took the letter from him.
He read the letter.
Dear Arvan of Nerogue,
On instruction of General Gadon you and Sir Gerdof are to take 2 men with you to Reedus, as your presences at the camp are pointless.
Well. Thought Arvan. "We've been told to go to Reedus" Arvan said without much emotion. He was ready to honour Mythron by helping out his lost troops and it turned out they had not only taken care of themselves but now he wasn't even needed to train them.
"I know" Replied Gerdof "I got the letter too and I can't wait to get out of this dump. Escaping to Reedus for a bit of class..."
"Or to help against the oncoming threat of the BL" Butted in Arvan
"Bah, everyone knows they're just a myth."
Arvan didn't look so convinced.
As Gerdof departed Arvan tried to think which two men he would take with him.