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Meanwhile, somewhere in Amaharpe...
In a winter land located to the far north of Amaharpe, five individuals gathered around a campfire in the snow-covered forest. Four others that were assigned guard duty stood around the makeshift campsite with a look of vigilance.
"Heh, this is too easy. Won't we be done sooner than expected?" One of the men sat near the campfire said with a chuckle.
Smack!
The one who just spoke had the back of their head smacked out of nowhere. But, just as they were about to erupt in a fit of anger, they quickly retreated after seeing the identity of the person who struck them.
"C-chief! Welcome back..!" The man who was just smacked greeted.
"Idiot, haven't I already warned ya not to drop yer guard just cause we're close to our goal? If ya die, I ain't gonna bury ya stinkin' body." The one referred to as Chief stated as he took a seat next to the campfire and removed a flask from his inner pocket.