After travelling for 2 hours straight, under the silent cover of night, Amar's convoy sneakily passed through various noble's territories before reaching the Waterfall of Lylia.
This was a small waterfall, from the distance nothing seemed special about it except its desolate and hidden location, it straight away gave a vibe like it had been abandoned for centuries, the ancient air mixed with overgrown weed was crystal clear.
Everyone was exhausted, and Amar knew they needed rest lest the horses might die of exhaustion.
There's no point in working endlessly without any proper rest, such actions will only earn him the ire and disappointment of his subordinates.
Along the way, with his sneaky tactics and modern world motivational yet manipulative talks, Amar quickly consolidated his place as a professional in this small circle.
