"Yes, the strike force is an exceedingly powerful and important arm of the camp, your friend is lucky to be part of it," inside the forest, Guilliman, Morgan, Jemie, and the old man (whom they later discovered was named Wilson) could be seen walking steadily.
This wasn't Claw Wood Forest, but unlike the rest of the Ravens Wood Forest, the outposts surrounding the three houses had been thoroughly cleared of exceedingly dangerous threats.
"Yes, she's quite talented, but I bet the people from the Aaron family would overshadow her by a lot. It's worrying," Guilliman smiled at the old man, looking down at him.
He was now 16 years of age, and having spent a few months in this world, Guilliman had grown not only in age but in size. He was now tall—not as much as Jemie and Barthold—but he could easily tower over this old man.