Two days later.
Evening.
On the wide grassy plains, behind a little hill, there were two yellow bonfires within close proximity of each other, emitting two yellow halos of light.
The two groups of people surrounded each bonfire, each doing their own preparations.
"Garen, you’re in charge of tonight’s recon, we’ll be counting on you for the night," Andy said to Garen softly.
"You guys can go ahead and sleep, relax." Garen nodded, and stood.
Reconnaissance was mostly up to him and Valerie, because both of them used flying type totems. Valerie’s was a small bluebird, which flew at high speeds and could be used as a messenger.
After delegating their work these past two days, they had started getting more familiar with one another.
Cana and Valerie sat beside their captain, baking by the bonfire. When they saw Garen stand, Cana finally couldn’t help but ask,
Lit. 山字形, meaning a mountain that looks like the Chinese word for ‘mountain’ (山). It does look like a pitchfork, don’t it?