"Calm it," interjected the grandmother, "-what is done is done, be grateful you were employed."
"You're right mother." In a way, the rather loud use of words was indicative of how much the lady cared about the queen. Her eyes reflected the guilt, as did the atmosphere. Time passed, the carriage crossed, and off they were to Glenda. The trip lasted quite a while; Vanesa grew impatient. She began a mini-war of games against the grandson. The latter lost at everything; in conclusion, the younger-looking child stood confidently with a victorious look.
Shuffles of the carriage past Glenda's manor a few minutes ago, after a gentle slope, came to the peak, a view onto the bustling town. Left and right, right and left, many went to and fro. Never mind the scarier forest to the north, part of the lands was trimmed and treated for farming. Cattle grazed pastures; the villagers hailed the visitors.
"Here we are at Glenda," said the raider, "-that will be 350 Exa."
