Takaro, Skyla, and Otis walked through a forest, their legs were trembling, their bodies sweating.

"Exhausted...the blazing sun hurts!" Otis muttered, while slowly feeling light headed.

Skyla took a deep breath and her vision began to blur. "Is there any place we can take a break at?" She asked.

Takaro wiped his sweating face with a piece of cloth, handed it to Otis who did the same, then the the cloth arrived to Skyla's hand.

Her face was disgusted, she backed  away. "I'm good." She said.

Otis nodded and continued to wipe the sweat around his neck.

Takaro noticed a smoke trail in the distance that was pumping up to the sky. His eyes widened and he ran towards it.

"Hey dude!" Otis exclaimed as he followed Takaro, Skyla did the same.

Takaro stopped his marathon of a run and saw a village, people chopping up wood, raw chicken cooking near a fire, Civilization was roaming the land of this community.

Otis and Skyla caught up and the three of them were impressed. "So Is this shelter?" Skyla asked.

Takaro walked up to a civilian.
The civilian had dirtied pale skin, black hair with green tips, his attire was abnormal than the other Civilians, it consisted of a black jacket with a racoon hide collar, and he had dark green eyes.

" My name is Takaro Yumasaki, You live here or are you a passerby?" Takaro asked the Civilian.

"I live here, you three must be traveling? The shelter here is free. Welcome to my community known as Mint Village." He responded.

"This is such a traditional community compared to other sites I have seen." Otis commented.

The Civilian eyed Otis. "Traditional? So I presume you must be Lagut-"

"My apologies for saying such harmful comments." Otis said, cutting off the Civilian from finishing his words.

"Anyways, Is it okay if we can stay here to recharge? We are quite exhausted." Takaro asked.

The Civilian smiled. "You may, please do not cause any trouble to other Civilians." He told Takaro.

The Civilian pointed Takaro to a cabin. Otis was the last to enter the cabin. As we entered, the Civilian eyed him with a sharp eye. "You're property of the red head." He thought, walking off.

In a far away distance, a white haired red eyed man snickered as he finished another dish of dragon meat. Another man was with him.

The white haired man looked at his companion. "You don't mind if he gets hurt right? Seeing as he is your little feather of failure?" He asked with his raspy voice.

The man nodded his head.

"Alright, I can't wait to swarm this community with scorching anguishment, and the bonus will be his pained face." The white haired man said.