There are kingdoms, there are castles, there are towns, and there are townhalls, there are villages and a chieftain, and then at the very end are the spots in the road with only a handful or a bunch. Not big enough for a village nor small enough to be a camp, there were minute settlements that had escaped the capital's eyes.
Riding into one such nameless place, Custer expected to ride off and never see the place again–not until their returning journey at least. But while passing by a wooden hut, he heard the familiar voice of a woman. Placing a hand on Aura's shoulder, he made her stop in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere.
"I think I heard Elicia…" Raising an eyebrow at his comment, Aura turned her head in the direction his eyes were pointed. And sure enough, she heard the priestess of Hestia mumbling something within a hut nearby.
"What is she doing here?" Snapping her fingers, Aura turned her head back to the front. "Ey! Glyea! Stop the carriage, will you?"
