C148 A Battle Against the Green Mountain Alliance!(1)

As dusk settled, nine individuals perched atop a small mountain peak, with two fires crackling beneath a pair of pots. Steam curled from the lids, and a rich aroma of meat filled the air, enveloping the modest summit.

"Damn, the folks of the Dragon Soaring Continent aren't too welcoming, are they? They wouldn't even let us into their village. We just wanted to ask for directions, not rob them