"In total, we have 10 groups that we are trading with, 8 of them are the ones we have not seen before but our services brought them to us."
John said while he and the others traveled back to the shelter as the day was coming to an end.
"10 is good enough for now. We can't handle more work than this. But do try to form more contacts for later, you never know what the other person got. And how is the search for the ore going?" Lucas asked while looking everywhere.
The way back might have been safe but in a land such as the Plains of Amaeron, it was never too safe. They got to know this after the gods played with them out of nowhere.
Lucas still feels the pain of the acid that fell on his face that day and it had become the worst nightmare that was making him awake every time he remembered or imagined it.
