Chapter 10.3: Siwanasi Forest
MIDTERMS ARE OVER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND I’M NEARLY DONE WITH CORRECTING EXAMS.
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During the short argument between the Orc-Faerie pair and the Elven guards, a carriage had made its way onto the bridge and was now right behind them.
It was on its way towards the Elven nation from Human lands.
The carriage stopped just a couple of steps away from Bash, and the coachman had called out to protest the blockage.
He was a man with a full head of silky, long blonde hair, and a pair of pointy ears on each side of his head – an Elf.
He wore a uniform similar to that of the two Elven guards watching over the bridge, albeit slightly less armored and more formal – most likely a public official.
“I want to enter this country, but they won’t let me through the checkpoint.”
“Hmm? An Orc…?”