The party of friends...

I heard a loud thump, he left the carriage. I quickly followed him and saw someone in armor standing in front of the woods. No blood, nothing abnormal. At least for now since I couldn't see his face fully. But when he turned a little upwards, I saw that the very man he called Jonathan had white eyes. No pupils. He howled, it was like a wolf calling for its mates, and well. We got what I might've expected. Larc was already on the ground, afraid. He was pushing himself back to the carriage. Covering his eyes with armor as he saw most of his friends come out of the woods. Eight to be exact.