The makeshift party traveled quickly through the forest path. With a clear destination in mind, Rydel led them in silence.
Each rider had their eyes glued to the road. The sound of heavy hooves drowned out the sounds of nature. Four hours had already passed, and their mindless chitchat was long over.
Maynard and Rydel didn't say a word to each other. Not only were they unable to communicate mentally thanks to Jack's unconsciousness, one led the pack while the other held the rear in case of any attacks on the party.
Brunar chatted aimlessly with Troni for the first hour, but Troni soon became a recluse and stewed in his own thoughts. Thinking nothing of it, Brunar let his imagination wander through thoughts of future glory and praise from his growing fanbase.
The illusory guards remained at the wagon's side. They held their post perfectly, keeping the exact pace needed. No emotions were shown, just seriousness or boredom.
