The journey resumed once more, the fast, comfortable carriage heading for the boundary between Mistfall and Alderth. It was the second day since the Incubus had been summoned, and he couldn't look more at home.
Ruoxi stared out the window with genuine interest, briefly watching the lives of humans go by. When he had gotten his fill of staring, he turned to Dulce, who had taken up reading again.
He inched closer and leaned over, curious. "Are books so interesting?" He asked, peeking into the book. The pages were filled with dense lines of letters, it couldn't be more boring.
Dulce thought about it, he wasn't a fanatic reader, he had just done it to pass the endless hours of the night and had somehow built a habit out of it. While reading, the time passed faster, and it gave him something to do as well, so he stuck to it.
