"I thought you said you knew this place like the back of your hand?" Leon asked sharply, checking the magazine in his pistol for the umpteenth time.

"Well, it seems the cult who took over changed a few things, so my apologies, Sancho!" Luis started, crossing his arms over his chest. He was in an uncharacteristically bad mood, but who could blame him? The three of you were lost in the middle of the Valdelobos region, somewhere in between the little village out crops that scattered the valley.

"They didn't change the general landscape, did they?" Leon asked with a pointed look, not helping the situation. He had a point, but now wasn't really the time to be snarky.

"Este chico blanco, lo juro..." Luis grumbled under his breath. "No, they did not, but half the buildings are in ruin, making it harder to remember where we are!"

Leon tsked, kicking a rock hard enough to startle a bird in a tree. At this rate, they'd start yelling.