This damned weather had brought an unbroken drizzle for more than a week, and even now, it showed not the slightest sign of stopping.
Spring had only just passed, and summer had only just begun. In this month between the two seasons, nothing was more irritating than rain that lasted for days, or even a dozen days at a stretch.
The rain was light, but it turned the ground into a muddy mess. Every step left a thick, heavy layer of clay stuck to the soles of their feet. Even the worg he rode seemed to hate traveling along these muddy roads.
The commander of the orc Vanguard suspected that mud had become lodged between the worgs' toes, making them terribly uncomfortable. After traveling a short distance, the worgs would stop to clean the clay from their paws.
Behind the Orcs Vanguard Commander, every rider in the Vanguard kept cursing the damned season and the muddy roads.
Though April marked the beginning of summer, spring had only just turned away and had yet to go far. Some of the chill brought by its melting snow and ice lingered as a gift to summer.
Perhaps summer appreciated that gift. Others, such as farmers, certainly welcomed it, for the lingering chill brought a steady drizzle that helped their crops grow lush and green.
But to the orc Vanguard currently on the march, that gift was nothing but an irritation-an unbearable irritation that welled up from the depths of their hearts.
They were the army's Vanguard, the farthest-seeing of its several eyes, so they had to rise earlier than the other units. While everyone else was still asleep in their bedrolls, the Vanguard had to get up, put on their gear, and set out to scout the road ahead.
April was also a