The harsh winds carried the distant cry of some unseen predator but the sound barely warranted a glance. Creatures here were bold but nothing he hadn’t faced before. His broad shoulders didn’t carry the weight of fear, only the gear strapped across his back and the need to push forward.
He cast a brief look over his shoulder as Altuo trailed behind. The elf's lighter steps carefully navigating the uneven ground with care. Goji’s gaze lingered for a second, more out of curiosity than concern, before snapping back to the trail ahead. Admittedly having company was a quiet comfort for a journey that might’ve been otherwise been monotonous. Not that Goji would ever admit it out loud.
The path grew steeper as they neared the edge of the mountains. Rocks jutted out at sharp angles, and fissures in the earth yawned wide eager to swallow a careless traveler or two. "Almost there." The horizon ahead promised a new land ripe for the picking and Goji welcomed whatever awaited them beyond after spending a little too much time in North Fiore's borders.
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