The greenery of the Northern Territory's vast lands began to slowly recede in autumn, leaving the wilderness and hills interwoven with grey and yellow hues, instilling a sense of emptiness and vastness, yet also evoking a whisper of solitude.
In the wilderness, a merchant caravan continued along a faint muddy road towards the north. A recent autumn shower had turned the road somewhat muddy, slowing the caravan's pace a little.
"Fink!"
Seated on the carriage of the White Wolf Adventure Group, Lis, somewhat bored, called out to Fink, who was following with the team, summoning him over.
"Moriarty..."
Fink approached hesitantly and spoke in a low voice.
Lis looked at Fink, somewhat speechless. What was up with this guy, acting all fidgety?
"What's with that look?"
Fink, slightly embarrassed, scratched his head while looking at Lis on the carriage.
"It's nothing much... just that a friend I knew turned out to be somebody important, and it's taking some getting used to."