B3 Chapter 2: Lost and FoundMarcus pumped his legs to the absolute limits as he sprinted toward the cloud of dust on the horizon. Based on the few brief questions he’d asked on his way out of Hausten, it seemed that the Legion had only recently mustered their forces to march on Novara’s capital. Still, given the speed that their marching skills allowed them to travel at, even a small head start was liable to leave the [Royal Bard] in the dust. Even if his own [Running] was nothing to shake a stick at.Yet to his astonishment, catching up to the army as they marched didn’t take nearly as long as he’d feared. He didn’t even have to wait for them to make camp—he was making up ground as they moved.It was only a few hours later that he discovered why. Rather than the red and gold forms of Legionnaires, the first thing he set his eyes on was a sea of armored elves clad in shades of the forest. The columns of pointy-eared men moved in unison with the lithe grace that one would expect of their kind. Yet they didn’t move nearly as fast as Marcus might have expected. They moved fast, to be sure, but they clearly lacked any sort of marching-related skill like the Legionnaires ahead of them had. Though the Romans did seem to have slowed their own advance to accommodate.As Marcus adjusted his path to follow the army, he noticed something else as well. It felt somehow easier to follow along behind the mass of soldiers than to run on his own. It was as though there was a tailwind at his back that urged him on. And the path itself…He looked down at his feet and (...)