•Desolate Lands•
•The abandoned tunnels•
"Stop bumping into me, Spike." Crunch, an Elf complained to the other Elf walking behind him, they were in a secret tunnel gingerly carrying a large, wooden box in-between them.
Spike, the one behind grunted and cursed. "If ya would let us take a break, I wouldna be bumping into ya." He fired back, sweating copiously in the dim light that was given off by the flickering torches hung intermediately on the tunnel walls.
"Take a break? Take a break you say?" Crunch paused their journey to glare at his partner, his dark, bushy eyebrows low on his blue head. "Duke Scarlett would have our heads if we're so much as a minute later than the time given."
Spike ignored this dire threat and dropped the handle of the box he was holding gently on the ground to take off his helmet and wipe the sweat off his brow.
"What me still doesna understand is why we is still wearing them helmets."
