Selene looked out over the camp, searching for the Gauntlets. She eventually found them, the tents neatly ordered, with men the size of ants going about their duties. She shifted the crossbow on her shoulder, looking at the captain. He gave a nod towards the camp, and the small group of five started down the hill, to their comrades in the camp.
"What do you think happened? Are some just off on other missions or... Dead?" asked Selene. She had been told before they had left that there would be fifty knights waiting. There was definitely less than that right now.
Henry looked back at her, shrugging. "I'm pretty sure that they are just out, but you never know. Living like this can be hard life, girlie. The Noldor and there friends aren't an easy group," he said. "I hope you don't end up on some forgotten battlefield, however good the cause. Never seen anyone with your hand at a crossbow." Shading his eyes, he looked out. "Seems the camp isn't quite as big as it seemed. Can't have a camp this big without a second army of camp followers," he announced with a chuckle.
The trek down the rise took some time, leading the pack-horses with care. They reached the camp in around thirty minutes, where they set down their stuff. Henry told her and the rest to set up the tents, and looked for the commander of the camp to report in.