On the plains, four people pushed a cart along the road, as the early autumn wind blew by, making the air slightly chilly.
"I say, haven't you ever raised any animals to pull the cart before? Doing it manually is really tiring," complained Flan, panting and leaning on the cart.
"We did raise them, but they fell sick later and died. Food has been scarce, and there hasn't been a strong need, so we haven't continued. We were actually thinking of buying a few young ones next spring," Guy paused as well. His status was much better than Flan's, probably because he knew how to use force efficiently, so he wasn't too tired.
"Bear with it, once we reach Lake Wind Settlement, we can buy an animal to pull the cart from them."
