Celestial Harbor Stone Mine Base, the resting room for sentinels on duty.
"This damn weather..."
The old sentinel blew warm air into his palms as he removed his damp armor.
"Just transferred to the wilderness, and hit the rainy season." He kicked at the moldy sack of dry food by his feet, grumbling, "I hate the weather here."
The young sentinel wiped the rust off his chest plate, chuckled, and said, "At least it's better than the sandstorms of the dry season. At that time, half a pound of sand poured into my helmet, and my mouth was full of sand taste."
He suddenly lowered his voice: "Seriously, what do you plan to do after your service ends?"
"Open a blacksmith shop back home."
The old sentinel said: "My son learned how to forge horseshoes this year in Silverpine City, although not superb, but at least it's safe, no need to worry about not seeing the sun the next day."
Looking at the young sentinel.
He asked, "And you? What are your plans?"
