Chapter 77: Wall On The Horizon
"Sir Darian, according to you… how much longer will it take to reach Iridale, if we keep this pace?" Ethan asked, glancing at the merchant from his place near the cart.
Darian rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes flicking to the road ahead. "If fortune favors us and no more beasts block our way, we should arrive by evening. But…" His tone dipped, cautious. "Should another fight break out, I cannot promise a clear answer."
The wagon creaked under its heavy load. By now, Darian's cart was almost overflowing with the hides, fangs, and claws of monsters Ethan's group had hunted along the way. The faint, metallic tang of blood still clung to some of the fresher materials, mixing with the earthy scent of dust kicked up by the horses. Darian didn't seem to mind—he looked more pleased than burdened. Ethan had even offered him the option of buying the spoils on the spot, an idea Darian accepted with a merchant's eager nod.
