The days slowly passed by, the days turned to night, and the starry skies gave way to blue skies.
Two weeks had passed since the journey to Traunt begun, by this point Lirian and Izlandi would have already reached Traunt had they been traveling on their own, but at their current pace it was going the be another four days.
Since their training session out in the forest things had become a lot better for the master and disciple pair, for better or worse it seemed that Captain Kira didn't take Lirian's words to heart, and verdantly believed that he was a member of The White Tower.
Her level of respect rose and she practically gave way to any demands Lirian had, but Lirian couldn't be too happy about the change, since when the woman reported to her superiors she was bound to tell them what she believed, and it was going to create an inconvenient connection between him and The White Tower.
