Byung led Maui and Naruz away from the mine's bustling entrance, the morning sun climbing high and casting golden light across the open field that stretched beyond the foothills. The grass was tall and wild, swaying in a gentle breeze that carried the fresh scent of pine and earth from the nearby woods. The distant rumble of a stream added a soothing backdrop to the vast, open space. It was secluded enough—no goblins nearby, just the three of them under the wide blue sky.
"Here," Byung said, stopping in a flat clearing where the grass was shorter.
