Cain let out a breath of cold air. Despite the lack of moisture in the air due to the arid nature of their environment, Cain felt a wet sensation all ovee his body.
It was odd, like something was looking at him from a distant dark corner, yet he was unable to see who or what it was.
He looked around.
Everyone else didn't seem to notice anything. They had already made their way around Death's Barrow and we're now deep into Sandsea territory.
All they had to do was travel for a few more hours, and they would arrive at Valestorm.
So far, things had been going fairly well. So we'll, Cain was beginning to have doubts. For him, things usually went south very quickly. For things to have been this uneventful even after so long was putting him off.
'I'm getting paranoid again.'
He sighed, 'How long have we been traveling? Three days? Maybe more?'
