The road stretched endlessly ahead, winding through the rugged terrain of the mountain pass as the carriage rumbled along. The sky had darkened slightly, streaked with hints of orange as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the landscape.
Nico, as usual, held the reins up front, guiding the carriage with the steady ease of someone who had traveled these paths countless times. Velren, on the other hand, had been given a strict order.
"Get your ass in the back and rest, kid."
And so, here he was. Inside the carriage. Crammed between crates filled with weapons, armor, and god-knows-what else.
Velren shifted uncomfortably, one of the wooden boxes digging into his lower back. He let out a quiet groan, adjusting his position only to have the pommel of a sword jab his ribs from another angle.
"Cozy," he muttered dryly, exhaling through his nose.
