They started off into the jungle, the thatch of oak branches and leaves blocking most of the sunlight, while the scent of fresh pines filling the air. Although Phrin was fully covered by her scarf, she did not seem to be bothered by the face scarf that might have obstructed her eyesight. She led the path as she had been there multiple times.
“You are rather quiet.” After hours of walking, Phrin broke the silence.
“Foreigners normally ask us a lot of questions… like, why our village had such a cursed name? Why are we covering ourselves? Why is the village not on the record of the empire?”
While Phrin did not get any response from Matea, she turned around, curiously staring at her. Wondering why this foreigner never took any interest in learning about the strange practices in Kataramenos.
