"Crawl, grasp my hand."
At the border between the Wizard Control Zone and the Morick Empire, a female Fire Lizard called out to her child to grasp her hand, while below the child, a male Fire Lizard was lifting his child up as high as he possibly could.
Around the female, a group of Fire Lizards, whose strength was at most that of a senior Knight, waited for the last family in the group. Although this family had slowed down the group's pace, they still had not been abandoned by the group.
Speeding up the march would not allow them to evade the patrol teams, but that child named Crawl, who appeared a bit silly, had a way of uplifting everyone's spirits.
Their location was at the corner of the Ashen Mountains of the Morick Empire, a mountain range extending thousands of kilometers which served as a natural dividing line for both the Fire Lizards and the Wizards.
What this group of Fire Lizards was doing was the legendary act of smuggling.
