"Sir! Sir!" the urgent voice repeated, breaking through the cocoon of sleep that had enveloped Oldman Dunn.
His peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted as a voice called out to him, jolting him awake.
Oldman Dunn rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to him. "What?!" he grumbled in an annoyed tone, still half-asleep from his nap during the journey.
"We have arrived," the young scholar repeated, sounding more awake and excited than Oldman Dunn felt.
As he looked out of the carriage window, Oldman Dunn's grogginess faded away, replaced by curiosity.
After two days of monotonous journey, the sight that greeted him was that of the imposing gates of Klover, standing tall and formidable, with a long line of people waiting to enter the city.
The buzz of activity and the anticipation of travellers filled the air, making it clear that Klover was a bustling and important city.
