"So, we will be back at Oregna tomorrow. The journey was smooth this time around. I was hoping to kill myself some bandits or spies."
A man said while staring at a stew in a campsite that they had just set up. He was wearing light leather armor and had two short swords by his waist. He was talking to three other men in a language that those on earth had never heard before.
"Orignal will be pleased."
A man wearing casual armor said. He was holding a wand in his right hand and looked, please.
"This will take that cruel servant of his off of our backs for a while and I can finally get back to my family. Why did things have to come to this? We used to be adventurers, good ones at that. Now we are reduced to....."
The man could not finish his words. He was silenced by the last man there. The man who had been talking was the oldest of them all. He was the only one wearing heavy armor and had an axe on his back.
