Fifteen desperate souls were wandering in this desolate land, their faces etched with exhaustion and desperation. They had been traveling for almost two hours straight with only a single goal in their mind.
One of the members looked up at the sky in the hope that the sun could hide behind any of those gray clouds so he wouldn't have to suffer its wraith.
Their footsteps were muffled by the layer of dust and ash that covered the ground. Crumbling buildings loomed on either side of them as they passed them. Finally, one of the group members couldn't tolerate his hunger any longer and said,
"Your majesty, should I prepare the bear meat," he suggested with a smile on his face.
Hearing the question Dhruv stooped in his tracks and looked at the man who had just asked for his permission and said,
"Phew! Let's eat before and then we can start our expedition once again."