A lone caravan was being pulled by a pair of horses. The cantering claps of their hooves striking against the ground provided the ambiance they never knew they wanted. The moon was at its highest peak but the sky provided very few stars for the night.
Assid and Graham were at the coach seat, with the former controlling the reign. So far as Assid's eyes could see, there was not a living soul present. Endless meadows and calming wind accompanied them. No other passing caravan, no other passing adventurers, just pure nature breezing against his face.
Assid looked over his shoulder to find piles of giant boxes and the sleeping women. However, one was sitting at the very back looking at the past roads that they traveled.
"Young master, are you feeling well?" asked Assid.
"En," Lyon answered.
"Alright, we should be at the gate of the world by just about dawn, so you might want to have your eyes closed since you're facing the east."
