Mordred didn’t know how long he’d been traveling for, only that he was tired and thirsty. For a while now, he’d been able to see something in the distance— a village of sorts. A camp, maybe. He’d seen many Druid camps in his time, but never one in such an open area as this. In the middle of nowhere, open to attack.
Digging his heels into the horses sides, he sped up, hoping they could provide shelter, some idea of where he was.