A mounted party from the Golden Sail Commerce Association cut through the fog, entering Newly Town stealthily under the cover of darkness.
Hoofbeats clattered on the stone path in front of the Lord's Mansion as Caroline deftly swung down from her horse.
Her black riding attire clung to her waist, accentuating her striking curves. Beneath her trousers, her legs were long and straight, and her tall leather boots made a sharp clicking sound on the flagstones.
A night breeze swept by, and she nonchalantly brushed aside a sweat-dampened lock of hair from her temple, cutting a truly valiant figure.
Velin was already waiting at the door.
"Did you bring the materials?" he asked, cutting straight to the chase.
Caroline tilted her chin up, her eyes betraying her annoyance.
"Velin, couldn't you at least ask how I am?"
"I rode nonstop to get here, without even a carriage, and all you care about are your materials?"
