The carriage sped along the road toward its destination, the mountain region outside Aerundale. Despite carrying eight passengers inside, its spacious interior left no one feeling cramped. Its speed was impressive as well, hardly slowing for the rough terrain.
By Ali's order, Elizabeth had prepared light snacks and food beforehand so they wouldn't need to stop along the way.
Time passed quietly. Some dozed off, lulled by the steady rocking of the carriage, while others sat in silence, occasionally reviewing the details of their plan in their minds as the hours slipped by.
At last, after a long journey, the carriage came to a halt. One by one, they stepped out. Finally, Logan's boots touched the ground. His sword hung across his back, gleaming faintly in the dim light. It was already dark by the time they had reached.
