"Alright, come on Marcos!", Milo turned around and shouted. His eyes settling on the scene of Marcos attempting to cross a thin and shaky ice pathway dangling over a deep ravine.
It had been about a week since Milo, Marcos, Ray and Dark departed from the inn. To say it had been uneventful was an understatement, to pass the time they had resorted to shouting random colours at the same time and if anyone said the same, a fight would break out to determine who lost.
This continued until only 1 remained. That 1 was the winner and everyone had to give them a piece of their mana.
In hindsight, it was a ridiculous game that made them more tired than they needed to be, but they just couldn't think of anything else to do. As far as they had gotten, all they had crossed was grassland, they hadn't even seen another town let alone another human!
