Ambrose walked to the top of the hill. From there, he could see a farm with one two-story house with a chimney poking through the roof, a wooden barn, and a small orchard.
The farm was surrounded by trees and fields of corn and wheat.
"I should ask them for directions." He concluded and ran down the hill, then began walking across a dirt road towards the farmhouse. As he walked, he noticed that the sun was beginning to set in the west.
'It's getting late.' Ambrose wasn't surprised, as they spent the whole day in the underground facility.
He passed the fields of corn and wheat, only a dozen meters away from the two-story house. A calm lantern light was shining through a window. Then, several shadows moved inside the house.
Ambrose was now certain that the farm's owner was inside the house. He was about to step forward until he remembered something. He lowered his gaze to the scabbards on his waist.