"Achoo!"
Leonardo sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and pulled a blanket from another student to drape over his shoulders.
"Who is cursing me, really?" Wiping his nose with a handkerchief, Leonardo looked up at the azure sky and the solitary warm sun and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"After all, we're in the mountains, and the wind on the lake is strong, that's how it is." Standing at the bow of the ferry, the guide sent by the Holy Machinery Court Hall chuckled and spoke to Leonardo.
On the other side, Silvanic wrapped the blanket tightly with disdain: "Otherwise, why do they call it the Barbaric Lands in the mountains."
"Lower your voice." Dean Senius subtly kicked Silvanic's ankle with his right foot, finally silencing the grumbling scholar.
The guide either truly didn't hear, or was pretending, and merely leaned on the ship's railing looking towards the increasingly near port in the distance.
