•Desolate Lands•
•The abandoned tunnels•
We is resting here for the night, ain't we?" Spike grunted, eyeing the younger Elf in front of him.
They had been walking without stop for the entire day and even though Spike could handle it, he was starting to get worried about Crunch. The strain of the journey was starting to show on him.
Crunch sighed tiredly, he had held off for as long as he could but he pushed himself harder, he was likely to collapse or worse.
"Yeah, we are." He replied, gently dropping his handle.
Spike followed suit and they rested against the side of the cave, the wooden box sitting in front of them.
They each took out coarse, dry bread and dug into it hungrily, taking little sips from leather flasks.
It was late and both Elves were tired so they both ate quietly with plans of quickly falling asleep as soon as they were done.
