Chapter 65: Gallon’s Blazers
Irwin couldn't help but let out a snorted laugh as he followed Basil around the corner, only to freeze mid-step.
So many people, he thought, staring at the middling mass of movement.
Guards and Rangers filled the square, more than he had ever seen in one spot. Basil just stomped towards them, and they split to let him pass while a few of them muttered greetings.
Basil brought them to the corner next to the actual gate, where Hutch towered above the others, his overly muscular bare arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Basil! There you are! I was starting to think you'd decided to sit this one out!"
"Sure you did," Basil snapped. "Hutch, you know Orwin and Daubutim. Get them sorted, and get ready to follow along!"
His entire demeanor changed, an air of authority rippling away from him that made Irwin stand up straighter. It had the same effect on everyone around them; even Hutch's eyes sharpened.
"Will do," their old teacher replied curtly.
Basil nodded, glanced at Irwin and Daubutim, then moved away. Within moments they could hear him shouting orders.
"Right, you two," Hutch said. "I'd never have thought I would be working together with people I'd only trained the previous month, but what can you do? At least I know you two are up for the task!"
I hope you are right, Irwin thought as he saw the group of four staring at him silently.
He was pretty sure they were the group he was going with, three rangers, two men and a woman, and a guard in plate armor with a sharp, clean face and dark eyebrows that almost touched in the middle from the frown he had.