Leander walked for what seemed to be a long time, always on the lookout for anything waiting to ambush them, whether it be animal or trap. However, there proved to be nothing of the sort. Instead, it was merely a long walk to who knows where in this dead land. There was nothing. Leander was used to traveling long distances, but even this was getting wearisome, if not on his body then at least on his mind. Leander looked up, then stared quizzingly at the moon. He then looked back down onto the path he and the others were taking, wherever it may lead them