The morning sun had barely cleared the horizon when Hajin walked out of the administrative building, his coat sweeping over the dirt as he headed straight for the eastern gate of the town.
Marrick scrambled after him, struggling to keep pace while awkwardly hugging a ledger against his chest.
"My Lord, please wait," he pleaded, struggling to keep his grip on the ledger as he hurried to catch up, "is this really a good idea? You are marching blindly into a death trap."
Hajin did not slow down, keeping his eyes locked on the distant peaks of the eastern mountain range looming over the horizon.
"The gold mountain is essentially a myth at this point," Marrick continued, his voice bordering on sheer panic as he practically jogged to keep pace, "nobody has actually seen it in fifty years because everyone who enters that sector dies. Is it really worth taking such a massive risk for a rumor?"
