Chapter 12: Tale
"I think this is far enough, I don’t see the need for us to run any more. My legs are killing me." Marat said, as she paused to catch her breath. She was truly tired from all the running that they had to do.
They were not criminals but they had to run because of the circumstances that they were in.
Marat and her group had been travelling away from the elven territory for some hours now. They wanted to get as far as possible from the elven territory and dump Tim’s dead body into a dungeon for the beasts to feast on.
"The way to the higher level dungeon is still quite far from here. If we dump the body there then there would not be any concern about the body remaining intact." Lazar said. He just wanted to get rid of anything that could link them to the elf’s body.
He was willing to do anything. Including going into the zones that had high level dungeons.
"Are you listening to yourself Lazar. We are already far from the elven kingdom. We thoroughly scrubbed and removed every sign of an elf’s death from that area, yet you still want us to go to a danger zone area? I refuse Lazar. I strongly refuse." Otto rejected Lazar’s suggestion without giving it a single thought.
Lazar looked at Efe the team leader to check if he was also in support of Otto’s and Marat’s decision, but was disappointed to see Efe nod in support of their decision.
Lazar sighed in defeat. At least they were far way from the location that they found the body.
Gunt suddenly sat on the ground and sighed. It had been a really stressful day for them. It was already late at night and yet they were still travelling.