After the festivities quieted down, it was time to finally continue the journey that had come to a standstill.
"As I promised–this is the most reliable steed in the village," Alekkai said.
A Verma villager, responsible for tending to the horses within the land, brought the lead to Vandread's hand, who looked at the ginger-furred stallion, petting its hair as he sized it up.
"He'll do nicely. Thanks," Vandread said, hopping up on its back.
Alekkai hoisted up a large sack that seemed filled to the brim, "Don't forget this. You'll need to eat to survive such a long journey. My wife made sure you had plenty to fill your stomachs with,"
Emilio couldn't help but smile at those words as he accepted the heavy sack of supplies, handing it to Vandread before getting on the horse, sitting right behind him.
"It's not just food in there; natural medicines and basic tools are in there, too. It is the least we can do for you," Alekkai said.
"Thanks, Alekkai," Emilio smiled.
