Panting and wiping the sweat from her brow, Jade grabbed her canteen from the ground. Quickly unscrewing the lid, she tipped the top into her mouth - but was greeted with only a few measly drops of water. With a grunt, she went inside the abandoned cottage that she'd been staying in for the last couple of days, but was greeted with an empty water basin. "Damn it," Jade muttered, running her finger along the bowls rough edge.
"It's about time I get moving anyways," she said to herself, grabbing her few belongings and stuffing them into her bag. Whistling an old folk song, Jade strapped her sword to her back and knife to her ankle, and swung her bag over her shoulder. Her mouth now desperately needing some cool water, she set off at a slight jog towards the river.
She hadn't gotten far when she saw a group of men marching. She scanned the skies for dragons, or any disturbance, but saw none. She fell in step with a man that seemed to be around her age. "What's going on?"