326 Dragon 6 (1/2)

Gorun, a scout from the Clark Mercenaries, was tense as he moved.

'No dangerous smells, blood, or bodies. Good.'

Gorun felt relieved when he didn't smell anything alarming in the breeze. They began to move.

'This is too hot.'

The hot and humid temperature caused everyone to feel sluggish. It had been two months since the group entered this giant forest, but it seemed endless.

”Gaaaaaak!”

A sudden sound made everyone flinch and stop. They all brought up their weapons and aimed at the darkness. Gorun frowned.

'At this rate…'

They were too afraid to move even at the slightest sign of trouble.

-Merchants and folks at the Alliance gave us a job - to find the nest of dragons and hunt! They promised to support us with everything!

Their captain shouted it months ago, to which everyone responded excitedly. The memory of cold beers that night came unbidden to Gorun. He then looked around in annoyance.

'Ugh, I don't like this.'

Another man, Tyron, suggested to Gorun, ”Gorun, let's find somewhere to rest. We won't get far like this.”

Gorun turned to him. They befriended each other after joining the mercenaries. It had been five years since then and knew each other's minds.

'Oh, he noticed I'm frustrated.'

”Yeah.”

Gorun nodded after checking his watch.

”I don't like this at all.”

”Hey, I smell something over that way.”

”Yeah.”

”Seems like fresh air. I think there's a large area.”