"Mark Chief, what are your orders?"
Dron could hear the questions and uncertainty coming from the men behind him.
They weren't the only ones who were uncertain. Of all the lore that he'd heard about the forbidden area of Skoq, one that was prevalent was the knowledge that no one could survive here for very long.
So how was it that there were children? Children that looked to be in better shape than the children he saw in the poor class.
Still, Dron knew he had to do something and fast. The longer he stood there unsure of what to do, the longer the men would believe that he was truly unfit for this detail.
"We follow them." Dron finally spoke out loud.
"To what end? Why are we following them?" Krex asked.
