The clouds drifted. The wind danced. Time moved on.
Alvin woke to the sound of commotion outside.
'What's going on? Did monsters attack?'
He jumped to his feet and rushed toward the noise, only to find members of the group chatting, even laughing.
'Why are they so damn lively?'
He grabbed the arm of a nearby boy. "Did something good happen?"
The boy straightened up nervously. "N-No! It's just… the injured members—someone said they're all healed! Right now, Bob's—uh—he's asking for forgiveness for saying—"
"I get it," Alvin cut him off, already turning away.
'Tch. So much fuss over something so small. Great, now I won't be able to fall asleep again.'
As he walked back, he caught the old Guide watching him from a distance. The man gave him a knowing smile and a small nod, as if he understood everything.
Alvin's left eye twitched.
'He definitely misunderstood something…'
***
A few minutes later…
The group began their march northward.
