"How are we supposed to get over the wall?", Mikail whispered, as the group hid behind some boulders in the fading light. They had followed the tracks to The Wall, which separates Bekoria into the Four Nations and No Man's Land. It was Twilight when they arrived, and darkness was falling fast. They were at the Elven gate, but there were Human guards. "Elves, we could've got through, but the humans are looking for us, we'll need to be discreet.""I think I know how to do this", Duk Duk heard the voice say, as Bek decided to help again, "Just do as I tell you""Duk Duk has an idea", the Orc said looking to his comrades.
Jak sat in his cell, still prying at the locks on the shackles. No matter how hard he tried, the shackles held fast, he couldn't undo them from this angle without magic. "Dammit!", he swore, as he slammed the shackle against the wall, chips of stone and dust coming away, the metal completely unharmed. He searched the cell for something, anything, that could help him in his