The journey to the Free City of Greyreach was shorter than the one to the Citadel of Knowledge.
Situated north of the Citadel, Greyreach was about five months away from Davos.
For the past five months, a procession of carriages and caravans had traveled along the Trade Road. The delegation from Davos was escorted by powerful Magi and Paladins.
The Trade Road stretched alongside towering cliffs that overlooked the Sea of Storms. Far below, waves crashed against the rocky shores, sending white sprays into the air. The sea breeze swept across the road, carrying the salty scent of the ocean.
Adam rode a stallion in the procession, with Genevieve seated right behind him. Her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her chin rested on his shoulder as the horse walked at an easy pace.
"Why don't you get inside the carriage?" Adam asked, turning his head. "It's much more comfortable there."
"Are you so eager to get rid of me?" Genevieve teased.
