War of the Lost Kingdom

The guard takes the signet ring and starts peering at it with a critical eye. Satisfied, he hands it back. "Thank you, Lord. For now, head down with the main force until you reach the fort. There, ask for legate Cassium. I apologize for any issues. We don't usually receive those fit for command by common means."

He took a disciplined salute, clacking his heels together and pointing his right arm to the ground in front of him. He crossed his left wrist atop the inside of his right elbow, palm inward and fist clenched.

As the procession was led through the streets by the guiding hands, it became increasingly clear that most of these mercenaries were very eager. As such, the short delay and following spectacle had given the bulk of the crowd a big lead on their way to the destination. As they got closer, the main grouping seemed to be getting further and further away.

The gates of the fort loomed large over the procession of mercenaries. However, the stragglers could only just see the last mercenaries struggling inside as they crested the hill. One soldier near the foot of the gate began blowing a horn in mournful tones, and the gates began to slowly close. The soldier did not seem to be looking their way, and others upon the walls seemed uninterested in the straggling sellswords.

The guard at the gate peered out toward the yelling man. He almost leisurely brought his horn to his lips and gave two short bursts on the horn and looked up toward the gatehouse above the gate. He held his hand up toward it in a 'stop' motion. The gate slowed to a halt as it nearly closed, but did not rise.

I follow the others. Casual disappearing and reappearing Palmer, not caring much about who likes magic.

The soldier looked down at Johan, blinking a few times, open mouthed. "Is that a little person on a dog?" he asked existentially, and he continued by looking toward the rest of the oncoming group. "N-now, we didn't know there were more, it ain't our fault you split from the group. And whaddaya mean 'professional' hunters? We don't need wolves killed." He'd obviously missed the distinction between hunters and Hunters.