The carriage rolled steadily along the dirt road, its wooden wheels creaking rhythmically as the horses pulled them forward.
Because the carriage had no roof and was usually meant to carry harvested crops or trade goods rather than passengers, the sun beat down on them without mercy.
Heat settled across their shoulders and dust occasionally lifted into the air when the wheels struck uneven ground.
Erend rested one arm along the wooden edge while quietly scanning the passing landscape.
Eccar leaned back, appearing relaxed, but his eyes constantly measured distances and movement.
Aesa sat upright, her gaze sharp beneath her calm expression. Her cold power gives her a little bit of respite despite the heat.
They all knew why they were truly here.
