"How much longer shall we travel until we reach Crescentia?" Xendros asked, peering out the window. The dust from the wheels flew off into spiral the farther they went on the dirt road.
"Not too long now." Maelle promised, beaming as bright as the sun outside. It felt like the temperature had gradually changed as they went on to the Crimson Wolf's domain.
The Land of the Holy Dragon Lord is not really gloomy, but there's just a lot of rains and storms there that give a damp and sluggish air. For people who are used to a livelier atmosphere, they might feel sleepy and drowsy themselves. Not to mention that there is a pretense of calm, so people keep quiet a lot. Carriages have a lining on their tires in order to block off the rickety noise, and people gossip only in hushed tones, or inside their homes while having tea. Xendros doesn't like living in such a slothful town, but he got used to it.
Yet even just going on the road, he can already feel the change.
