Chapter15

#Chapter15

The plan

Talus' POV

Isalo scratched around his body, sighing occasionally. Mud was rubbed around his body to make him look dirty. The same was done to me. We both work brown rags and reeked of donkey poop. A cart was tied to the horse Isalo rode. I sat in the cart, my knees curled up to my chest. Wrapping my arms around my shin, I glanced around.

The scape was filled with short grasses and hills. Scattered around were some umbrella trees. We were on our way to the suldom of Araba. I winced as the rays of the sun got hotter.

/"Lord, I don't know how you manage to look good in whatever you wear./" He scratched his tattered hair. /"I look like a beggar./"

I managed to crack a smile. /"Just endure. I'm sure we'll soon reach Araba./"

/"We're here already./"