The wind blew rapidly, wearing at the stones and turning them to dust and grit.
Staring at the large arch of red that covered the distant horizon, Cain had a faint thought in his mind.
"Now that we are here, all we can do is wait. I believe we should be receiving envoys soon." Steve walked up to him and turned his gaze towards the distance as well.
Cain glanced at him then sighed,
"Or we will be greeted by a rain of bullets and arrows."
"Don't jinx us, damn it!" Steve said then chuckled,
"If it comes down to that, we'll just have to fight."
Cain pursed his lips,
"Sure..." He trailed off.
Steve raised a brow and turned to stare at him,
"What's on your mind?"
Cain hesitated for a moment then shook his head,
"No, it's nothing. Let's make camp while we wait."
He turned around and walked away, leaving Steve behind.
