Maya
"Sire," Roland breathed as he huffed himself up the large hill. "We are packed and ready to depart. We have done our best to ensure there is nothing left behind when we leave." The ex-slave trader was clearly out of breath as he looked as his prince for confirmation.
"Good," Will stated plainly as he looked at the thousand strong he had gathered together within the course of only a few days. No longer were they chained, nor were they guards keeping the helpless men and women chained. They were all part of his crusade, which every head would prove vital if his plan were to work. "We will continue on in fifteen minutes." His long black jacket flapped in the steady wind as he turned to Maya who held an apple up for him.
"I know you are all princely and everything now," She said with a knowing smile. "But don't forget to eat, we have a long battle ahead of us and by the way you described it, we shouldn't go into it with an empty stomach."