Tirelessly walking for about two hours, the duo come up close to a small town with a small sign that says “Komi” in front of it. Two guards stand in front of the town. Wolf softly wraps his hand around the hilt of his sword as he strides forward, the dirt from the path kicking up behind him slightly. Grace follows him, clutching her staff, being the only thing from Crystelle that she has.
“You there, Halt!” The guard on the left announces, his voice muffled from the helmet.
“State your directive,” He continues.
“My name is Wolf, and this is Grace. We’re passing through on our way to Claire.” Wolf meets the guard’s gaze.
The guard on the right steps forward, and flips up the shield of the helmet. The guard on the left does the same, and they look at each other. Both lower their lances, and step back at the same time.
“Welcome, foreigners, to Komi.”
Grace and Wolf walk past the guards, nodding at them in thanks as th