The time during travelling from the camp to the nearby village was spent listening Sam's stories and getting the occasional comment from Gareth, who was mostly engrossed with the book he was reading. Didn't know he was a reader, but he probably read in his tent instead of the camp grounds, so makes sense I never saw him reading. Seeing the book made me entertain the thought of being attacked by thieves during our travels, as it would happen in fantasy books, but as voiced this thoughts to contribute to the conversation, Gareth simply told me that our forces were too massive for any thief group to attack. Only some group calling themselves the Huns would do so, being know for their reckless, albeit successful attacks against kingdom's men. But the Huns seemed to only ravage a neighboring kingdom in the east, so they weren't a massive, multiple kingdom spanning criminal empire, just a small group lead by a madman. Didn't think there would be Huns in this world too. Funny how some of my world's concepts have migrated here.

...That actually made me think that the word "migrate" was right, as I came from Earth so nothing is stopping others from coming here. Is the madman calling his followers the Huns from my... Our world? This should be put on the list of things I will research one I make it to the capital. I fell in deep of thought while Sam drilled on about his great uncles' wife's brother's cousin or something, trying to figure out why haven't I thought about my world or the fact there was an obvious rift existing between here and there. At the start the reason was easy, I was still hazy from hunger and shock, but it has been two months and nothing has come to my mind, about family, friends or home overall. Is it the influence of the wolf?

We made to the village without being stop by thieves, a simple hunting and lodging village for the forest workers. Almost forgot to pretend I was blind, because even with the black tinted glasses I could see fine. Otherwise the village life was unremarkable, and we simply went to rest as soon as the wagons were secured for the night. We were two hours late in the schedule, so instead having time to cook food before bed, only thing we got were dry rations, but it was better than going hungry, at least for me.

It was during the night it happened; as I don't sleep I was completely awake when it struck me. Completely blindsided by what was happening, I was lost and confused before managing to get my breathing in order. This nostalgic yet never before felt feeling reminded me of the time I cracked open the orb and lost all of my recognition of my surrounding, except this time it didn't happen to me, this time I didn't get knocked out and was subjected to the whole immerse feeling of being drowned in what ever the orb contained. Thank God it was muffled by the fact that it didn't happen to me directly, I only felt it as a side effect of someone else touching the orb. Somewhere in the north, as my memory serves, by William words there was shore line in the north, so there should also be a sea. I'm quite sure that it happened somewhere in the sea, but can't begin to guess why.

Collecting my now twice disturbed thoughts of the day, I decide that riding with the caravan is too slow, and I should reach the capital and the society of wise with haste. So I leave a written letter, as I seem to know this world's writing system from memory, thanks to the wolf's influence, and depart without bothering my comrades. Rather cliched course of action with lots of demerits, but taking two normal humans to a fight that could involve people like me, and have them slow me down on my travels would not be good either. So I conclude that keeping them alive and keeping me moving faster are two reasons well worth the reckless abandonment of friends.

The writing of the letter proves difficult, as I still don't think that I should tell them about the orbs and their influence, but simply leaving may cause them to send people after me, and I'm sure that group of people who know this area and are trained on horse riding would catch me easily, slowing me down as I'd be forced to fight or return. Plus it would make me a criminal sought around the kingdom, making it harder to get in the capital, or in what ever building houses the society. But I can't spend too much time on this letter either, so I decide to simply lie that William gave me a letter in secret and said to open it only after we made it to the village. And that the letter contained the order to make haste in the direction of capital and deliver what I know to a about the forest to a noble William trusts.

With having written the letter, I begin my journey for all that is good and right by stealing the fastest horse I could find.