"Ya Shlaslo S Uma..."
Al whipped his head in Ed's direction. "Huh?" Ed's golden eyes avoided his brother's.
"..." his only response was a slight shrug. His long blond braid danced in the strong breeze. "Storm's coming."
"...Yeah..." Al brushed back his long ponytail. "Gotta find shelter." After that, they spoke no more. A while later, they came upon a city. The sign read, "Wilkommen Zu Munich."