The night was chilling.
But Elijah offered to share his place with Aesther. She had no reason to hesitate, and so, after having a small meal after the drinks, they entered one of the beautifully constructed cabins.
Although she lacked no troubles, the first question that popped up in her mind was something fairly trivial.
"How does a fugitive even hide here?" she mused out loud, "If the knights ever decide to come over, they only need to search a few buildings."
Elijah was removing his cloak when he gestured towards the door, "Open them."
She was standing right there and pushed one of the doors with a poker face. In front of their cabin, there was a vast desert.
The silver moonlight made the sand a mystical blue colour.
"You need to have a token to properly go in and out," Elijah smiled slightly, but there was only weariness in his eyes.
"...a psychic spell," Aesther realised a few moments later.
"It is."
