The road stretched long and wide, as if unwinding and unending.
“I’m really tired. I thought we were off to the nearest Merchant village? We’ve been walking and staying on the road for days now! It doesn’t make any sense for me.” The young Creativist whipped a handkerchief across his forehead, sweat dripping like ice cream on a hot noon day. The young blonde beside him grimaced, pulling her cloak more over her face to shelter it from the excruciating heat. It seemed that she was quietly agreeing.
“Heh, it makes perfect sense for us Merchants. If we live too close to one another then that means we have to compete with one another! Duh.” Rose replied and gazed over the horizon. “But you’re in luck because we’re really here now.” The young woman tilted her lip up; it felt good to be home on
