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The march to the Baldrick Plains was long. The knights were proud and dignified, the soldiers were excited about the potential chance to earn their glory, and the conscripts, who had left their families behind, trudged along wearily.
The mercenaries of Urich's Brotherhood were also in the midst of the procession.
"Sword Demon Ferzen is certainly a strange man. He’s out of the ordinary in many ways," Sven commented. Urich was beside him.
"The Sword Demon is an astute old man. Did he show any unusual signs?"
Urich glanced towards Ferzen, who was riding a horse at the front of the marching army. Despite being over seventy years of age, Ferzen’s posture was upright and firm.
"He had a few meetings with Donovan."
"With Donovan? That's a bit unsettling," Urich chuckled.
"Donovan said the Sword Demon had endless questions about you. If anything, it's clear that he's very interested in you. And also..."
"And?"
"He also invited me for a drink. Said he had some fine liquor,” Sven licked his lips as he spoke.
"Well, how was it?"
"The taste was excellent. It was northern-style honey wine. I can't remember the last time I had our honey wine... It was quite delicious. Very! With the spices added to it, it was like fire in the mouth the moment it touched my tongue...
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