The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. The just-risen sun shone softly on the large wall in front of me, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity.
"Let's go." Marylin said,
Right now, we are near the border wall. We decided to go to the Balcker Forest for some further activities, but Marylin hasn't mentioned any of them or informed me about our lesson today.
We were walking a little near the entry/exit gate when we were stopped by one of the guard members; this fellow was armed with a long sword hanging around his waist and a mithril breastplate and headgear that covered his entire face.
"ID." He just sent these words and kept looking at us—no more conversation, just his usual work.
