"Hey, wake up"
.....
"Hey, are you alive?"
.....
"Finally, someone's awake. What's wrong young man? Has the road up to here tired you out? Yeah. It's hard to travel on the mountain with a horse carriage in the fog. Isn't it?"
.....
"Alright, alright, if you want me to be quiet, I'll stop asking questions"
"But even though I don't know where you came from, I do know where you're headed"
"Fogtown, right? Lately people have been flocking there like moths to a flame after hearing that someone flew again from the Sun Tree. You probably came believing that rumor, whether it's true or not. By the way, can you talk? You're just sitting there silent, staring at me. At least tell me your name"
Rust.
"Rust? Honestly, your parents must have lacked imagination when naming you. But I guess it suits your rusty armor perfectly."
"My name is Jax. Compared to your name, mine sounds like a proper name. I'm a journalist and I work at a newspaper. Jax and Rust, the two of us, are about to meet on this roofless broken-down horse carriage"
- Maybe this place can be your stop, Jax Morbide
"Jackson, What are you talking about? I haven't even finished talking with my new friend"
- Huggh, do as you please. May the Sun Tree have mercy on this man
"Alright then, so with you I..."
The broken-down horse carriage.
"Yes, I was talking about this horse carriage. Maybe you're also wondering why I'm here traveling in a horse carriage"
No.
"Forget what I just said. I'm going to Misttown to do an investigative report about people entering the mist. I may look illiterate, but many people read my newspaper every day. So let's start the interview with you"
"You're going to the Sun Tree. So you're going into the mist. Is that right?"
Maybe. If I don't die here.
"That's a terrifying but honest answer. So are you really going into the fog? How did you prepare your body and mind before entering?"
I made a grave for myself.
"Well, that's good preparation. But it's inappropriate to put that in the newspaper. So why are you going into the fog?"
...
"Alright. If you don't want to say, don't say. And don't glare at me like that. We probably won't get along very well anyway..."
*sound of carriage jolting*
"Oh, devil's right testicle, Jackson. Are you blind or can't you handle that wooden stake? You idiot, I dropped my quill. Stop right now"
- I didn't see anything on the road. And this mist is pulling too hard. Honestly, I have a bad feeling about this mountain road
"What nonsense are you talking about now? Is the mist playing tricks on your head? So am I supposed to walk even though I paid you?"
- I will give you the money I owe you, you bastard. I can't stand being insulted by a worthless jerk like you anymore. Here, take this.
"You son of a bitch, you say you're going to throw my money at me..."
Look at the mountain, you two
"What?"
- Oh hell no, Everyone run away!!!