After a few days inside the carriage, even the excitement of Drannor and Ameria decreased considerably since they were sick of staying inside that small box. They weren't complaining, but they sure were sighing a lot. Even though that was the only discomfort they had to endure, the maids and the guards were taking care of all the other problems.
"Hey, Zaos, do you want to spar a little bit after we stop?" Drannor asked.
"Spar? At night? While we were supposed to be on guard duty?" Zaos asked. "I thought you couldn't get more stupid, but I have clearly underestimated you."
"Come on, I can see that you are getting out of shape," Drannor said. "You need some exercise."
"If you want some exercise, you can always run behind the carriages in full armor," Zaos said. "Speaking of exercise, this is a golden time for you to put good use to your archer skills. Why don't you try them?"
