"I can't chat anymore, I have a date with Miss Magreina today," Azeryan said. "Please, go ahead. I'll be leaving now."
Galliard pressed his hat down and once again bent low, making his way through the bushes towards the outside of the wall.
This time he adjusted his posture, reaching his hands out first. Although it was difficult to squeeze through, he ultimately didn't get stuck unexpectedly.
Silently observing and seeing that the other person indeed made it through the cave without hearing any screams of falling off a cliff,
Leon then cautiously bent over to follow, probing with his upper body first.
The body of the young original owner was narrower than that of the middle-aged minstrel, so naturally it was even easier to get through.
His head poked out of the crack and looked down.
By the cliff battered by the sea breeze, next to the rock wall, there was a narrow, old-fashioned plank walkway.
