Jacob's POV
"Sir Jacob, we're nearing the city," the coachman called to me. Shaking the girl that slept peacefully on my laps, I got her to switch and rest on her mother, allowing me to walk to the front of the carriage, surveying the produce that was loaded into the carriage before taking my eyes to the outside. It was just as Boran had described it.
A large purple barrier was draped over the city in a similar fashion to the barriers that had been used to secure the prison. The people of Armensia didn't have the same trust in the Siege that we had and had taken precautions to protect themselves. It was, however, repulsive to think that Dwarvenhall had not been included in these security measures.
