Somewhere on the outskirts of Fargo
While the smoke of war was slowly rising, most of the citizens—especially Fargo's—remained completely unaware. The citizens were doing their daily activities. Most were hunting and working hard to survive, some—mostly those who had allied with Fargo—were dilly-dallying, while others were busy bullying their fellowmen.
At this time, a good portion of the activity was fixed in the mines. "Work harder!" A man said, kicking another poor slave to 'wake'. He didn't move anymore though and someone checked his breathing to be extremely weak.
"Tsk. Another one broken," Peko sneered, spitting out in disgust. He looked at one of the guards and gestured to get rid of the body.
