Lower Headquarters

I wasn't used to walking on a highway. Despite how perfectly flat it was, I had to take care with each of my steps, worried that I could twist my ankle. 

It wasn't the road's fault. It was perfect to the last detail. But because it was so perfectly falt, I couldn't help but slip on it. 

The shoes that Lucius gave me a while ago were great when it came to moving through the dense forest, but they did a very poor job at sticking to the even surface. 

"Stop complaining," Lucius barked. His mood was pretty bad ever since he woke up for the road. And now, nearly ten hours into the walk, he was the most irritable person in the area. 

Mostly because there were only the two of us within eyesight. 

"But I didn't say anything!" I protested, only to focus my entire attention back on keeping myself stable on the road. 

"It was written all over your face," Lucius replied, shutting me down.