Altera.
That afternoon, while Althea's group was carefully heading back with the injured, the rest of the territory was doing their usual lunch routine.
Those on their lunch break were lining up or exploring around, those who hunted near the territory during mornings were now heading back for a break, and the batch of guards who were preparing to change shifts was about to do their rounds inside the territory.
One of the guards was Gochi, the half-orc, who was walking towards the square with his team members. They were laughing and smiling, as if it was the most normal thing, and to be frank Gochi was still not used to it.
Speaking of, the fact that he could get a job and make good money with his own job, and have his own choices… this was something unimaginable to him.
He wished the others were with him.
