At this time, Ansel was currently a couple of kilometers away, in a place where the air was thick and humidity was intense. All they could hear was their sticky footsteps and the occasional gurgle of bubbling muck.
They were currently halfway through the mission, heading to what would—hopefully—be an iron bog. When the announcement was sent to all of them, he was approached by a shy man—a refugee who arrived with Jun back then. Even before leaving Bright, they immediately mapped (okay, it wasn't him) the approximate direction of the bog and they decided to take the risk.
The trip was set to take at least a full day, and the output wasn't even certain. However, although the trip could go to waste, iron was just too important to the entire territory not to take a look.
Ansel stopped and looked at the sky, wondering if they'd be able to get back to the territory by sunlight.
He looked at the person beside him and asked, "What time is it?"
My bday is Dec 29 19--, in case someone cares. [insert awkward cackles here] [inserts hopeful stare here]
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