The vast ground where Quax and Chris were walking forward together was extremely bare. It stretched out far into the horizons all around them, and there was not even a single trace of a tall tree.
Only short thick bushes could be seen scattered across the extensive lands, all the way to the horizons. The ground beneath their feet was covered by patches of green grass, while other spots remained completely bare and dusty.
Quax and Chris were engaged in deep conversation, as they walked fast forward together, their direction cutting right across the endless bare landscape.
As Chris was walking, his wooden bow kept dangling from side to side, behind his right shoulder. His quiver of arrows hang down across his back, and his black headband tied tightly around his head.
His vest jacket lo
