The next day...
The sky was painted in hues of orange and violet as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the jagged hills.
"Haaa..."
Alaric exhaled deeply as he emerged from the makeshift camp positioned outside the mining operations, his muscles protesting after a long day of overseeing the work.
He stretched his arms above his head, working out the stiffness that had settled in his shoulders.
The Glimor guards immediately straightened and bowed respectfully before falling into step behind him.
"Damn those pesky creatures," he muttered under his breath, remembering the encounter the troublesome beasts that had delayed the excavation earlier in the day.
His boots crunched against the gravel path as he made his way toward the waiting wagon.
Around the camp, other nobles were also concluding their inspections for the day.
