Redran and Arkanon trundled through the forest looking for signs of civilization. They were completely lost as they had no idea where they’d been teleported. They were covered in grime and sweat.

They had walked for a few days without seeing any signs of life. Finally Redran and Arkanon came to a road. They decided to walk North, and they used the sun as a compass. After a few minutes they saw a hand carved wooden sign.

“Road to Buttermilk: A Cattle Ranchers Dream, Five Miles.”

Redran realised they had been teleported south, into the southern mountain range. If they kept on the road they would make it back to Buttermilk in a matter of hours.

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“Are we there yet?” Arkanon asked.

“If you ask me again, I’m giving your leg bones to the next dog we see.” Lord Redran said shortly. They kept walking, and soon the night was dark. They arrived at the outskirts of town at sunset.

Redran and Arkanon wandered through the town at night, wary of strangers. They walked out of the town, at the opposite end, and continued down the path towards Redran’s Manor.

Redran saw his walls and gates a short while later and felt relaxed. He opened the gates, without magic and locked them behind him. Redran and Arkanon walked into the front door like a pair of worn-out partygoers after a night of heavy drinking.

He was so exhausted that he kicked off his boots and jumped face first onto his couch. Moments later he was sound asleep.

“That was a long walk,” he thought to himself as his leg muscles pounded and throbbed gently.

Arkanon sat down at the table, uncorked a whiskey bottle and poured it down his throat. It simply wet his rib bones, but it was still satisfying to Arkanon somehow.

Arkanon soon fell asleep, slumped back in the chair.