Night began to fall, and darkness slowly crept in, covering the ground they traversed. Alaric and Zanuba finally decided to rest in a small, quiet forest, accompanied by the sounds of night birds and a gentle breeze. They had traveled a long distance since leaving the cursed city, and the fatigue began to settle in. Alaric brushed off his cloak and leaned against a large rock, while Zanuba set up a simple, small tent.
"Alright, Zanuba," Alaric said, his tone unusually serious, "this time, we might really need to be cautious."
Zanuba furrowed her brow and sat next to Alaric. "Why? Is something strange happening?"
Alaric pulled out a tattered map from his cloak and showed it to her. "We're in a dangerous area. Assassins often roam these parts, and if we're lucky—or rather unlucky—they might target people like us."
Zanuba stared at the map with some confusion. "Target us? Why? I'm just a little girl."
