"Vladimir, I don't see any signs that someone passed this trail, are you sure the heads and tails game we used in deciding which path to take was a good idea?" I said, whining in frustration. The weather was unusually hot and we had no horse traveling by foot this weather was equivalent to a death sentence, why weren't there horses in Donbule, even the one I brought with me when I came seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

"It is the right direction, and stop complaining already, unless you want me to start regretting asking to follow you in the first place," he answered slowly, swinging a little...