The morning sun sheds golden light on the paved street of the capital, as the birds chirp their beautiful music. The sky was clear its light blue shade tinted by the color of gold almost just the how it look on that miraculous day when the divine knight was pronounced.
The small bell chimed as the young travelers left the inn, now, they are back on the streets.
While looking around, one would notice that the street is now filled with strangers, all of them too busy to pay the young travelers any mind. Like ants, they walk in different directions with no care about the world around them.
In front of the inn, there was a waiting carriage – attached to four white steeds.
Just by looking at the polished wood of the carriage and the healthy condition of the horses, Darius could tell it was owned by someone filthy rich.
"Thank you," Brennan told the innkeeper once more.
