90 - Rowan Village (1)

To the southeast of Denebola is the mountain range that separates Northuria and Eolussia. It’s still a great distance away from Rowan Village, but it’s enough to give people uncommon to the area the chills.

Ian blows warm air to his palm and tries to warm his face. “I forgot how cold it is here.”

I look at him.

He’s wearing a dark green sleeveless tee, a wide maroon scarf that covers his shoulder that now I think is only for fashion, a baggy brown pants that reaches slightly under his knees, a belt and holsters to put his knifes, and dark brown combat boots.

From wherever I see it, he doesn’t look like prepared for someone who’s asking for a mission. “I thought you come here often?”

He returns my gaze with a frown. “I never said that.”

“You said ‘I have friends there! We will have a great time!’” I mimicked what he said at the academy’s entrance.

He looks at me flatly, his mouth turning into solid triangle. “That doesn’t mean I come here often! And why are you not affected by the cold
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