A Fun Game
"Where are you guys coming from,"
"Hathvile town," Lena said with a small smile, her eyes leaving the guards who were talking to her and staring at the tall walls of the city whose gate she stood beside.
"You say he's your husband" The guard asked looking at the huge black haired man beside Lena dressed in dusty grey clothes, with a black cloth tied around his head and falling over half of his face and carrying a heavy bag over his back.
"Yes, forgive his silence, but his communication skills are rather bad" Lena said in a lowered tone, her pitiful posture successfully getting the sympathy of the guard.
"Fine. You say you have no document and wish to start a new life within the city, are you aware of the costs for that."