His bare feet kicked up dust from the ground, as he kept on marching, only stopping at the evening to take a nap and to eat from his pouch. The walking trip to one spot where the caravan usually stopped was an uneventful one...
As was the position itself. Seems like they had not even visited the place since the last time...
Kurdran groaned... this whole trip just for this, huh? There was this growing feeling of loneliness in his gut, which he really did not like... He needed to find something to do while he waited... And luckily, the stopping grounds included a nearby place to stock up at: Baska. A way smaller and calmer town than Oak... but perhaps that was what he needed to get these feelings out.
[WC: 211]