The Hilarious Old Woman

Arga continued laughing, while Sana just snorted, unable to hide the small smile that crept onto her face.

Sana shot Arga a sharp look, her expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief. She raised her hand and lightly tapped Arga's forehead with her fingertips. "You're so polite, aren't you? Young man, you do realize I might be older than your mother? A little respect wouldn't hurt you," she said, her tone half-annoyed.

Arga raised both his hands with a deliberately apologetic look, chuckling. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry... ma'am," he said, deliberately adding a teasing tone to the end of his sentence.

Sana snorted, crossing her arms and turning her face away. "What an insolent brat," she muttered softly, though the faintest smile lingered on her lips.

As their laughter subsided, the atmosphere grew more serious. Arga sighed, gazing out at the valley stretching far in the distance. "Listen, there's a lot here that doesn't make sense," he said, his voice firm again. "But I think we need to get down from here and find the nearest town. At least we can ask for help or information there."

Sana nodded, her eyes following Arga's gaze. "Good idea," she agreed. "We can't stay here forever."

Slowly, they began preparing to move, leaving behind the mysterious place and heading toward the valley, which might hold the answers to their questions.

They started descending the hillside, their steps careful on the slippery ground damp with morning dew. Amid the silence, the sound of their breathing created a rhythm that blended with the rustling leaves stirred by the wind. The path they took was steep, surrounded by wild grass and small rocks that occasionally rolled, creating soft noises that echoed in the morning air.

Sana, though visibly a bit tired, maintained an unwavering spirit. "Ahh... I can't believe it. At forty years old, I'm still strong enough to walk this far," she said, panting, her tone full of exaggerated pride.

Arga, walking a few steps ahead, could only sigh deeply and glance back. "Haaah, there she goes again. Why does she love reminding everyone that she's old?" he muttered softly, rolling his eyes skyward as if seeking answers from the heavens.

After an exhausting journey, they finally arrived at a lush valley. In the distance, a small town appeared neatly arranged. The houses stood simply but sturdily, their stone walls reflecting the morning sunlight. The dark-sloped roofs added a warm and welcoming impression, making it a place they wanted to visit immediately.

"This little town seems quite lively," Sana remarked with a tone of relief. From where they stood, they could see people moving about the town's main street. Some paused to chat, laugh, or simply enjoy the peaceful morning.

"Let's find a place to grab a drink," Sana suggested, pointing to a small building with a wooden sign that read "The Traveler's Rest." The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread wafted from within, tempting their growing hunger.

Arga nodded in agreement. "Alright, that place looks cozy."

They stepped inside the inn and were immediately greeted by a warmth unlike the world outside. The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and friendly conversations filled the room, creating a lively atmosphere. They chose a table in the corner, a spot quiet enough to observe the surroundings without drawing too much attention.

However, before they could sit, Arga hesitated and grabbed Sana's arm. "Sana, is this really a good idea? We don't even have money to pay for drinks," he whispered, his worry evident on his face.

Sana merely chuckled and patted Arga's shoulder lightly. "Silly boy. Just leave it all to this experienced woman," she said confidently, her face adorned with a wide smile that always left Arga shaking his head.

Soon, a server approached them with a small tray holding two glasses of warm beverages. Without many words, she placed the drinks on their table and gave a friendly smile. "Enjoy. This inn is such a lovely place, isn't it? Life here is so peaceful," she said before moving on to serve other patrons.

Sana nodded, returning the server's smile. However, she held back from asking questions immediately. The server seemed busy, moving from table to table, ensuring all guests were comfortable.

"Let's wait until this place quiets down," Sana whispered to Arga. "Then we can ask what we need to know."

Arga shrugged, sipping his drink slowly. Though still skeptical, he chose to trust Sana this time. After all, he knew that beneath her façade of pretending to be old lay experience and instincts that might actually be useful. For now, letting her take the lead seemed like the best choice.

Arga eagerly finished his drink. "This drink is so refreshing," he said, his eyes lighting up as he leaned back in his chair. A look of satisfaction clearly radiated from his face.

Sana, who was sitting across from him, stared at her glass for a moment. With a swift motion, she downed her drink in one go. She let out a long sigh, then placed the glass on the table with a loud thud. "Woah... what is this?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, muttering more to herself than anyone else, "This feels too real to be the effect of the meds I took earlier. This can't be from those pills..."

Arga watched Sana with a mix of confusion and amusement. "More meds?" he thought, raising an eyebrow. Sana's habit of reminding people of her age was already odd enough, but now this talk about medication? He could only hold back a smile, resting his chin on his hand. "Crazy old lady," he muttered inwardly.

Suddenly, Arga raised his hand high, catching the waiter's attention. "We'll have four more bottles!" he called out cheerfully.

Sana, who had just taken a breath after her drink, immediately turned with an annoyed expression. "This brat! Is he seriously trying to mess with me?" she grumbled quietly, but loud enough for Arga to hear.