“…Where are we?” He asked.

Vandread answered, “Elsia.”

“I thought Elsia was a city,” he replied.

“It is. We’re in its outskirts right now,” Vandread clarified.

Though he got an answer, the bountiful fog still made him uneasy as he sat back down across from the man.

“Have we been moving the entire time?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Vandread responded without looking up.

“…How? Isn’t that horse tired at all?”

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