Walter and D'huile walked though thick vines in the eastern west-side forest, under the confused gaze of Commander Gallion and his troupe of forty men. The two remained silent as Walter led the way. He occasionally looked at a map in his hands, while D'huile' s hand sometimes flashed forward and cleared a path for Walter. Though confused, Commander Gallion and his men dared not ask Walter where they were going.
Growling could be heard from a far, making the men more cautious. They felt the hairs on the back of their necks stand, causing a chill down their spines.
"Where are we?" Commander Gallion asked at last.
"I was wondering how long you would last, trying to be an obedient soldier." Walter chuckled causing the commander to frown. He had not questioned Walter, since it was decided he should stay. Not asking and just following orders, was his plan. It seemed Walter had seen through it.
"Am I not allowed to ask?"