Three weeks travel south of Edain, in the southern country of Birka. A group of three travelers were approaching a small town that would be their home for a while. It was a short ride outside of the city's capital.
All three travelers wore dark clothing, and two of them even sported masks over their faces.
All three of them were younger women of similar ages. To the outside observer, though, they didn't quite look like friends. The girl in the middle- the one not wearing a mask- almost seemed like she was a criminal being escorted.
The trio made their way around to a quiet side of town, slowly approaching an average-looking house.
"You will be staying here from now on. If you try to run away again, it won't end as well as last time."
Seph looked bitterly at the masked girl who was speaking.
"Let me speak to my mother. She should be down in the south too, right? I need to speak with her."
