The caravan left the gates of Valenor just as the morning sun climbed above the eastern horizon.
The city slowly disappeared behind them.
Stone walls gave way to open fields, and the neatly paved streets became a wide dirt road stretching toward the north. Farmers were already hard at work, tending crops that swayed gently in the cool breeze. A few paused to watch the long line of wagons pass, offering friendly waves to the travelers.
John returned the greeting with a small smile.
There was something comforting about seeing ordinary people living peaceful lives.
It reminded him what places like the Royal Library—and expeditions like this one—were meant to protect.
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The expedition settled into a steady rhythm.
Commander Gareth rode near the front of the caravan on horseback, speaking occasionally with the lead scouts.
Behind him came two supply wagons loaded with food, tents, climbing equipment, and spare tools.
