The Thalikan plains had a rough, rocky terrain, one that made it unpleasant to walk in. But that was not where the harshness ended…
Although it was still the rainy season in Artaris, out here, snow descended from the sky, slowly, like dandelions in the breeze.
After a relentless march though icy winds and snow, one that had seen little breaks, the soldiers were worn.
While the more resilient ones set up camp and began preparations for the coming night, those without duties sat on the snow laden floors, the heat from their bodies enough to melt the white covering beneath them.
Once Eliron and Alex got to the camp, they split up, deciding to meet up a few minutes after.
Eliron decided to locate his people. While he walked past the tired soldiers, their faces twisted with disgust. Some sneered at him, others spat at the mere sight of him.
