"We have been searching for three years now" Mark said and released a sigh. "Asmodeus is freaking out with all these elves back there" he told the white haired man and he laughed.
It was past midnight. The breeze of the night moved slowly through their hair, creating music through the rustling leaves while their little fire accompanied the rhythm as it burned steadily. The general was looking at the stars, little spots in the midnight sky, the moon hidden. Allias loved the starry sky, he always smiled as his eyes mirrored the shine of the stars.
"Time passes by fast." He whispered.
"Tell me about it. Also when did you pick up smoking? What is this?" He asked him, seeing a cigarette resting between his fingers.