The members of the Guild Letalis caravan rested on the outskirts of Caeruleum, setting up camp and campfires for an afternoon lunch. Dozens of other adventuring companies had done the same. Whether it was to rest after a long journey, to save coin on inn room costs, or merely to keep their mercenaries out of trouble, it was largely beneficial to all groups who did so.
That it was allowed irked Tycondrius slightly. It was an unnecessary risk to the city. If a malicious Dark Guild or worse, a coalition of them, was planning on sieging the city, its defenders would be hard-pressed to rebuff them.
However, as frustrating as it was to see a wealthy trade city so vulnerable to a raid, Tycon could not remain upset for long.
Lunch was lovely.
Tyrion venison seemed to taste better than Alizeaun... which was somewhat strange, as nearly all the creatures from the Kingdom were magical or magic-sensitive.
