239- A Friendly Quarrel Pt.1

Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 82nd day of Spring, A.R.T.E.R.I.U.S Headquarters, Southern  Arterian Border

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"Two weeks." Ghwynmyr sighed. "Two fucken weeks!" He reiterated.

"Come on, Ghywnmyr!" Urfaal said. "I could see the camp from here!" 

Ghwynmyr stood up from the pile of dead bodies he sat on. 

"It took us two weeks to travel cuz of 'em ban 'its!" He spat.

"I know. But you know we have a mission to do." Urfaal took a deep breath as he took a bandit's carcass and threw it on the side of the sandy road.

Usually, the road to the Southern Arterian Border isn't that long. Most of the travelers can arrive within a week. However, with the current war against the Ardants, the road had become more difficult. Bandits and Ardant ambushers linger on the road.