CROW!
The loud, annoying cawing of wild crows strolling through the forest woke Ragnar and Noah from their slumber. Both of them opened their eyes with grumpy expressions, clearly not rested enough from the battle last night.
Without wasting time, the two of them used the dew residue on leaves around them to wash their hands and feet. Afterwards, they had breakfast and grumpily began their day.
"It would be extremely difficult to trace our way back to the Hamlet," Ragnar let out as the two of them strolled.
Noah nodded his head with a solemn expression, recalling the only person who made their trip easier. Now that he was dead, they had a hard time even trying to figure out their current location.
Ragnar could only sigh, wishing that he was lucky enough to receive a pathfinding skill from his sacrifice yesterday.
