The caravan made its way smoothly through the vast territories of the Empire, inching closer to the southern border with each passing step.
They had not encountered any danger on their journey.
"It's really going smoothly."
Veldor exclaimed as they sat around the campfire.
The Dwarf Priest had wandered far and wide with the Sects in his early years, preaching the word of God. Those journeys were far from smooth sailing, fraught with all sorts of dangers. He had personally witnessed countless people brought low by the rigors of the road, terrible diseases, sudden accidents, and even losing their lives.
It was only after he became a resident Priest of a church that the Dwarf Priest had stopped his nomadic existence.
"Arsia Your Highness has the Royal Guard and Night Watchmen for her protection."
One of the Night Watchmen, Lunso's Eden, remarked. (This Eden was not that other Eden but one of the six Edens in the Night Watchmen.)
"I suppose that's true."
Veldor agreed.
