It was after ten in the morning when Olivia Wynne and the others arrived at a small village in Lystra County, the Northwest. The morning had been chilly, but now the sun hung high in the sky, and the entire landscape felt like it was trapped in a furnace. The temperature swings between day and night here were dramatic.
Dylan Doyle, walking beside Olivia Wynne, glanced around the silent little village and leaned in to whisper, "Olivia, why does this place feel so deserted?"
They had been dropped off at the village entrance, and the walk in had been eerily quiet; they hadn't even heard the crowing of a rooster or the barking of a dog.
Olivia Wynne also found the silence excessive. She scanned her surroundings, temporarily suppressing her thoughts, and said calmly, "We just need to follow the director."
In any case, with the director, the screenwriter, and a few male celebrities present, all the minor players like them had to do was follow along.
