The road was quiet, empty. Not many people took the roads alone, and those who did often stayed to their edges.
Morena kept her hood low and her steps even, moving at a pace that ate the miles yet never putting her full strength into sprinting. She stayed aware and maintained her stamina. After all, there were whispers of bandits along the outskirts and borders these days, preying on merchants too careless to travel with guards.
But so close to the city? She doubted even the boldest of them would risk it; nevertheless, just because they weren't bold didn't mean they weren't foolish.
Because of that, she stayed alert, kept her senses sharp, and her stamina maintained. Her dagger hung light at her hip so that she could easily reach it if anything happened.
Her breath was controlled, measured. Feet pounded against the dirt in a rhythm she could have kept for hours. The truth was, thanks to her capabilities as a mid-level apprentice, she didn't tire like others did anymore.
