The sound of enchanted wheels hummed beneath them as Lord Varuzil's gilded carriage rolled gracefully along the road, cutting through golden meadows and winding hills that gave way to sharper terrain the closer they got to the borderlands. The velvet-lined interior shimmered with sunlight filtering through the enchanted glass windows.
And inside, the mood is practically festive.
Vuvi stretches her arms wide and lets out a dramatic sigh of relief. "I love this. I love all of this."
She lounges with her boots kicked up, goblet in hand, absolutely glowing with satisfaction. "This... is what I signed up for," she chirped, swirling her wine. "No more forest witches. No more soul-hunting baronesses. Just one straight road to Nettlehusk and then onward to the dwarven kingdom."
Veena clinks her own goblet against Vuvi's. "And we're doing it in style."
Sera, lounging beside them with her feet propped up, smirks. "Only took, what, twenty-three detours to get here?"
