"Formation! We depart for the Western inspection sector! The pace will be steady, the perimeter must be secured absolutely!"
Kaelus didn't wait for Julian to offer another round of tearful pleasantries.
He strode forward, scooped Seraphina off the marble stones with one effortless sweep of his armored arm, and deposited her securely into the dim, plush interior of the mythril carriage.
He stepped up after her, pulling the heavy, rune-etched door shut.
CLACK!
The heavy iron latch fell into place, completely sealing the cabin.
The magical insulation arrays instantly activated, cutting off the sounds of Julian's weeping, the clatter of armor, and the chirping of the birds.
Outside, Sir Lucas raised his broadsword. "FORWARD MARCH!"
