"How could there possibly be farmland in such a barren place? I always feel that bastard Tyren sent back false information and made us come all this way for nothing."
"Enough. Say a little less. How many times have you said that on the way here? What good did it do? We still ended up here."
"Wasn't I just complaining because I was annoyed? Aren't you the same?"
"I'm really not the same as you. Have you forgotten where we are?"
"Where? Isn't this the Yumaas Region, a universally acknowledged wasteland? Right, I suppose it could also count as a buffer zone. Tch, I also don't understand why that Matriarch Isis sent her son here. What is he supposed to do? Right, what was that word? Lord, wasn't it?"
"You know there's a lord here, and that he's Matriarch Isis's son. Don't you know who he is?"
"Who? Could it be..."
"Nonsense. Matriarch Isis has plenty of daughters, but only one son."
"What! So he's the one who..."
"Shut up! Is that something you can say?"
"Uh... Well, how much longer until we reach the place where that farmland is?"
"Not much longer. If we hadn't been trying to avoid that kid's subordinates, we'd already be there."
"Since we've come all this way, why don't we take the opportunity to deal with that kid and bring his head back to the young lady..."
"Are you really stupid, or are you pretending? If all we needed to do was destroy one field, would so many people have been sent? There are enough of us to launch a small-scale war."
"You mean..."
"Stop asking questions. Move faster. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can go back. I've had enough of this wretched place."
"That group of invaders will reach this