Across the vast expanse of the Great Desert, the warriors of the Cheonryeo tribe thundered, each stride a testament to their self-proclaimed title. At their vanguard rode Kakantir, a whirlwind of sand and fury in his wake. Close behind, shrouded beneath a concealing hood, followed Ian.
And Beric?
"Heh...hehehe..."
"Shut it. Can you keep your mouth shut for once?"
He was practically glued to the back of the warrior assigned to guard Ian, a constant stream of laughter escaping his lips. He seemed thrilled to have been brought along, despite being trussed up like a sack of grain, bound tightly with ropes.
"Lord Ian, are you sure about bringing this...thing along?"
"What else can we do? He threatened to cause trouble if we left him behind."
"Crazy bastard. He refused to rest, even when we told him to."
"That's not resting! That's being left out!"
