The mountain was known for its wild beasts, and I wasn't adept at handling such situations. So, having Harold by my side gave me a sense of security. However, his inner voice was still annoying. *Is my wife tired from walking so much? Would it be too forward if I offered to carry her?*
*I love her so much.*
Such thoughts incessantly echoed in my ears. Although irritating, it had its benefits; it kept the silent mountains from being too boring.
A day passed, and we still hadn't found the cave where the old wizard lived. So, we decided to set up camp for the night. We found a stone cave under a cliff overhang, and Harold gathered some leaves to block the entrance. We made a fire inside and planned to spend the night there. The quiet forest was filled with bird songs and insect chirps, b
