Walking just behind the carriage, rifle slung over his shoulder, Yu kept glancing over at the caravan's cargo. Massive blocks of pure black stone, with deep lettering etched into them in an unknown language, hardly legible now. The stones had been weathered by the long passage of time, their once carefully hewn face, sharp edged, pockmarked and rough, the original shape merely a rough idea now.
What this once massive monolith was once user for, Yugam had no idea. Perhaps a land marker? Or maybe it was a monument to some long-forgotten hero or god. A religious site might've grown around it. Ultimately, Yu didn't know, and likely never would. It wasn't like there were newspapers for Yu to read about the discovery's findings later. A bit of a shame if you asked him.
For now though, the man had greater concerns. Namely, actually making sure that the heavy blocks of stone actually made it to their destination. Highway men, rogue mages who might think that the blocks of stone held some magical secret, or even simply rival archaeologists, any of them and might try to rob the caravan. Or at least that's what the researcher who had hired the Hunter had said.
Yugam glanced over the icy-blue haired woman who was working alongside him. A woman he vaguely knew. Between the strange meeting in Eastern Brisshal and the small training challenge they'd partaken in, they knew of each other, but hadn't had the opportunity to speak at length. "That's an interesting sword you got," the man commented as he scanned the tree line for any movement. "You were pretty impressive at Trinity."
