'When he said procession, I imagined something a little grander.'
Edgar had led Evelyn and her companions around twenty minutes away from the Association building to three carriages waiting on the side of one of the city's main roads.
From the way things had been built up, Evelyn was expecting a far larger and more grandiose party would be traveling with the young mistress of the Taidale Family.
However, reality was far different from what she had been anticipating. The carriages themselves did not show any wear on the outside, but they were incredibly plain. Having no defining marks whatsoever. Evelyn figured that they should at least have a family crest to show affiliation.
There was only one coachman to each carriage and two guards around each of them.
