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Galahad marched through the forest, tramling the grass under his steel boots. He could sense something, though he did not know what it was. He felt the danger in the air though, a sixth sense that he'd developed from years of being in the forest. He turned to his fae and relayed his message. [b][color=forestgreen]"Be careful going forward. There may be danger."[/color][/b] Galahad kept up his steady pace, one hand on his sword. There were fae out there that might sense danger and send their people ahead to  scout it, or march in the back of the group. Galahad was not one of those commanders. He knew that death would come for them all, in time, and Galahad felt no need to try and run from it. If today was his day, then it was his day.