The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting golden hues across the endless stretch of rugged terrain as Kain and Talor prepared for another day of travel. The escort mission had proven more eventful than they had anticipated, but today, for the first time since their departure, the road ahead appeared calm and uneventful.
Kain rolled his shoulders, loosening the stiffness from another night sleeping on the ground. His body had adapted to discomfort, but it didn't mean he enjoyed it. The chill of the night had left the grass damp, and as he stood, he could feel the moisture seep into his boots. He shook his head and grabbed his gear, making sure everything was in place before approaching the campfire, where Talor was already seated, chewing on a piece of dried meat.
"Looks like today might actually be peaceful," Talor remarked, tossing Kain a strip of jerky. "No ambushes, no bandits, no sudden monster attacks. Almost feels unnatural."
