Village

The group made their way through the path leading from the river. Ever since he had heard Lianna speak, Tony had a feeling of dread rising from within the pit of his stomach. He stole glances at her every now and then, hoping that she would laugh and tell him that this was all some sick joke.

Yet it seemed that his wishes would never come to fruition. Even as they walked towards the large wooden gates of their camp, she had not done anything except for hang off Jayce's arm, chatting away casually.

Jayce merely followed Tony and his men, taking in the surroundings. If he wasn't sure about being in another continent before, then he was now. Not only were the vegetation and trees not native to Asia, Tony and the others were all white and spoke with a typical American accent.