They set out on their journey the next morning, and the morning after that.
"There it is," Trys said, looking ahead.
In front of them were the mountains and forest that led into the region of Gasha. They slowed their horses and tread carefully.
"Be careful out here," Trys warned. "We are sure to encounter different creatures from here onwards but do not draw your weapons."
"Do not slay any magical beast, no matter what."
"We get it, Trys," Obert countered. "The land of Gasha is sacred."
They felt a gush of wind blow against their faces with a great shadow cast over them. It was a giant bird, one of the magical beasts that Trys warned about.
"W-What is that!" exclaimed one of them. He moved his hand to unsheathe his sword but Trys was quick to stop him.
"You fool!" Trys cursed, "Restrain yourselves. If you draw your weapons here then they will only see us as enemies and that would not be good."
"Look around you! They are watching us!"
