Still, you wouldn’t have as much responsibility as me who is a Priest.”
“What are you saying? Monsters might appear. I’ll take the lead.”
There was nothing around, but Weed used danger as an excuse to walk in front.
Alveron hurried his pace to avoid the cold wind.
Only Seoyoon walked silently; sometimes looking at them dumbfounded.
The wind was cold.
“Achoo!”
Faster one runs, faster stamina runs out and thus faster the coldness comes.
Weed and Avelon were buying their own misfortune.
Just like that, during the day, when it’s relatively warmer they walked; during the night they rested in a cave or at the bottom of a hill to take refuge from the wind.
Every night Weed showed off his cooking skill.
“Fish stew with plenty of garlic!”