Several hours before Otto, Astravor, and Gundar attacked the Aurelion Army's camp…
Leone, his vassals, and Oisin went to check the caravan headed for Grimjaw Mountain.
Although the caravan was still far away, one could spot them from a distance. They were painted brightly, as if to make sure people would see them easily.
"It really is them," Oisin said with a smile, looking at them from the back of a Pteranodon in the air. "That's the Orion Troupe."
Leone, whose mount hovered right next to Oisin's, glanced at the caravan with great expectations.
Last month, his great grandfather said that he would be sending capable people to him. However, the old man didn't mention what kind of people they were.
According to Oisin, the Orion Troupe was composed of minstrels who traveled across the different kingdoms, performing in front of various crowds and other important people.
