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As a strong gust of wind flung dirt into her face, Allet covered her mouth and coughed. [color=999DA0]“Goodness, that wind,” [/color]She mumbled before wiping her face with a piece of cloth. She hoped they would make their way into the town soon. Allet’s arms and legs couldn’t handle much more of this. Maybe she should have just let Sylvaine help with her bags. That was a much better alternative to collapsing from exhaustion.

She glanced back to see how her companions were fairing, only to find an empty road behind her. Looking around the area, she finally caught sight of Alfaru creeping up on a little boy and Numair right behind him. [color=999DA0]Huh? “Sylvaine.. What are they doing?”[/color] She asked and raised both of her eyebrows. What was so interesting of a child? Squinting her eyes, Allet wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing. He seemed to be moving things. They were so close to a warm meal and rest, Allet couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. 

Dropping most of her bags, she let her curiosity get the best of her and approached Numair. [color=999DA0]“What’s going on?”[/color] She whispered to him, trying her best to stay calm in his presence. The sudden clang of a bell echoing across the fields startled Allet. She let out a squeak and dropped her remaining medicine bag. Red blossomed across Allet’s cheeks and she looked down in embarrassment. Some kind of soldier she was.