In the dark of the night, a horse-drawn caravan rolled out of the City of Sails, quickly making its way towards its destination.
The pale glow of the twin moons cast an ethereal light over the lands of the Southern Federation. However, the atmosphere inside the caravan was extremely grim.
Daryl rode on the front bench beside the driver, a mortal resident of Hannes City, who the carriage belonged to. Meanwhile, the covered caravan was occupied by Rowan, his family, Ada, and lastly Anna.
Behind them, Kasper followed closely, erasing their tracks with arcane means and weaving illusions to make it seem as though they had traveled east instead of towards their true destination.
"Kekeke!" The carriage driver's laughter was no different than a goblin's.
He casually picked his nose, ignoring the disgusted look Daryl displayed, and said in amusement:
"Do you people live under a rock or something? How come you are so clueless? Kekeke!"
