"Nothing. Even in the foothills."
Sir Felix pulled off his helmet and let out a sigh. He was unsure if he was liking this peace or if he was getting bored. The travel back to Chemois had been unbelievably easy the last few days. They were just making it to the border between Chemois and the wild, undisputed lands around Nickron and Polona.
Irene and Felix sat on top of their horses as they finished patrolling the eastern mountains, which were normally quite packed with monsters. Even in the off-season, it was easy to find nests full of goblins. Ogres were rarer because the forests in the area were thinner and there were fewer places to hide.
"I suppose we should be grateful then," Irene relented. "Sylaron did a good job of chasing out all the creatures. If she returns to Chemois with us, then perhaps we can look forward to that there as well."
