On a green field at the base of the deep valley, beside the high Dondrion Mountains, Chris and Quax were still resting.
They had stayed exactly where they had fallen onto for over two hours, as they engaged in smalltalk, and slowly passed the time.
Chris was lying with his belly down onto the grass beneath him. His wooden bow was on his right side, while his quiver of arrows was lying across his back.
As he spoke to Quax, Chris continued to unconsciously pluck leaves from the thick green grass in front of him, then throwing them to the ground, before moving on to pluck others.
Quax, on the other hand, was lying with his back onto the ground, a few paces away from Chris.
Quax faced upwards towards the blue sky, high above the towering snowcapped mountains above.
He could see bir
