The truck travelled for four hours through the beaten path and covered a distance of eighty kilometres. This was already fast when compared to the rough routes filled with intercepting enemies.
Inala observed to the side, noticing the number of trucks had reduced significantly by now, 'It seems most of them require resources available in the Empire's vicinity.'
"Sir, we're approaching the territory of the Enrino." One of the drivers that had been resting climbed up to the top compartment where Inala and Wittral were seated to say, "Usually, people coming this far would be accompanied by an entourage. We want you to take care as it'll become dangerous from here onwards."
"Alright, noted." Wittral nodded and watched the driver return to his seat. He then grabbed the vial handed to him by Inala and drank it, "A Water Slip?"