The next day. It was still foggy outside when Lawrend's team stepped out of the town.
"It's cold this early in the morning," Nuon said out loud as he hugged his shoulders.
"Mm. We should be careful too. This side is closer to the demihuman tribes. There is a great chance that we would be attacked by the demihumans. After all, they hate us humans to the bones," Lawrend warned them.
He had seen the state of the demihuman slaves in the town. They are living very tough lives. Who knows how many had already died overworking?
There would surely be a lot of hate between the two races because of that.
"Okay," Nuon and Logan nodded their heads together.
The trio walked through the forest carefully.
Before long, the sun appeared on the horizon. The fog slowly dissipated and disappeared as the heat of the sun's rays warmed the surrounding air.
Rustle Rustle
Suddenly, a bush in front of them made rustling noises.
