The sound of enchanted wheels hums beneath them as Lord Varuzil's gilded carriage rolls gracefully along the road, cutting through golden meadows and winding hills that give way to sharper terrain the closer they get to the borderlands. The velvet-lined interior shimmers with sunlight filtering through the enchanted glass windows.
And inside, the mood is practically festive.
Vuvi stretches her arms wide and lets out a dramatic sigh of relief. "I love this. I love all of this."
She lounges with her boots kicked up, goblet in hand, absolutely glowing with satisfaction. "Now this is what I signed up for," she chirps, swirling her wine. "No more forest witches. No more soul-hunting baronesses. Just one straight road to Nettlehusk and then onward to the Dwarven Kingdom."
Veena clinks her own goblet against Vuvi's. "And we're doing it in style."
Sera, lounging beside them with her feet propped up, smirks. "Only took, what, twenty-three detours to get here?"
