"Done," Kaelus muttered to the empty cabin.
He stood up, intending to step outside, stretch his legs, and wait by the door to scold the knights for undoubtedly buying Seraphina too much sugar.
He unlatched the carriage door and pushed it open.
The stifling, humid heat of the Verdant Gate hit him instantly, accompanied by the chaotic, rising din of the night market.
The city was coming alive.
Lanterns were sparking to life in the distance, and the smell of roasting meat was thicker than ever.
Kaelus stepped out onto the boarding step, crossing his arms over his chest, his violet eyes scanning the perimeter.
His junior knights were patrolling the camp in strict formations.
The horses were secured.
The supply wagons were locked.
Kaelus looked toward the main thoroughfare leading to the market, expecting to see the towering frames of Boris and Lucas parting the crowd, with a tiny, dark-haired girl skipping between them.
The street was full of people.
