As usual, the knights were awake early while the mages stayed in bed well into the day.
Henry wanted to speak to his mother and his aunt but he was growing tired of waiting and decided to visit the peasant village. He hadn't seen Sylaron all day and felt like it would be alright to leave her for a short time. After all, she seemed to be able to track him down no matter where he was so there was no worry about that.
As he rode towards the lower elevations and into the peasant village on the back of Melan, he thought about how the mornings were starting to feel crisp. In only a few short weeks, it would start snowing in Chemois. He thought he ought to head in that direction so the trip wouldn't be a nightmare.
