The sky was cloudless, and the sun was comforting in the wintery morning, though the fog left it almost unenjoyable. The slow, chilly wind blew from the west as the vehicle went against it and left the great wall.
It was the morning, Wrik promised Ryat to move with him to see something though he was not sure what that shady salesman had him to see. On another note, he was not alone with Ryat. Anton joined at the last moment, worrying about his safety. Well, his worry was valid. The last time he left the great wall, a group of vigilantes attacked him in a masterful way though they failed to get what they needed.
