The next day, the caravan was on the move again. Now surrounded by tall, white trees laden with sweet Carama fruit. Lucen longed for a taste of the reddish fruit, but there were too many people outside.
Everyone was outside their carriages, their speed lowered by the winding roads.
Garin climbed a tree to get some fruits while the other Knights cheered him on.
Not all of them of course. Duran wrinkled his nose at Garin's childish endeavours, Lot looked very conflicted and annoyed.
The Knights on this journey with them were split among two factions as far as Lucen could tell.
One of them strictly following Duran who, from what he heard, was the strongest Knight in their year group.
It was formerly Thomas, but now he was gone. Lucen smiled a little to himself.
The other faction was centered around Garin and his ridiculous strength. Lot was one of the faction's key members. Even Tenibri for how timid he was among them and garnered a lot of respect.
