We started to climb the mountain range in search of the river mentioned by Noelle's spirits. At least I, Ellen, and Ilya were completely sure we would find something. Eleanor, although still suspicious, seemed to trust our words to some extent. Henry, as usual, wouldn't stop complaining from the beginning of the climb.
"This is ridiculous! Why the hell are we following the words of a little girl? We're wasting time!"
"Henry, if you don't want to come, you can just turn back"
Eleanor and Henry were engaged in a heated argument. By the way, even though it was a mountain, it was steeper than tall, and with a little effort, it was possible to reach the top. Moreover, no matter how irrelevant it seemed at the moment, the view was simply stunning, like a fantasy setting you often see in games or illustrations.
"Noelle, how much longer until we reach the river?"