Lair felt uneasy walking through the dense fog.
He was on his way to the gathering point, guided by the Envoy of the Contract Land. Although he had mentally prepared himself before coming, he still overestimated his endurance. He always felt that the shapes in the fog were from his hometown, so every time he passed a new village, he felt nervous, only to feel relieved when he discovered it wasn't his home, which then turned to melancholy.
This experience tormented him repeatedly, pushing him to his limits and prompting him to do something to distract himself.
So he naturally turned his attention to the Envoy leading the way ahead.
"Hey, brother." Lair strode forward, walking alongside the serious Envoy, "How much longer do we have to walk?"
The Envoy replied blandly, "We're almost there."
What does 'almost there' mean?
It's just the two of us; can't you be a bit clearer?
Lair was displeased, but he didn't show it, fearing that the Envoy would ignore him if he did.
