Indeed days passed, and Eradan's departure for the competition arrived. The morning passed, the daily routine of training and even besting, which made Eradan discover that Cameron departed the previous day.
The Winter solstice finally over, sheets of snow whitened the edges of walls within the domicile and during this time that majority of the partisans sent their farewell messages to him.
Currently, from a bird's eye view, the domiciliary looked to be crowded with carriages. Hooves grazed against the cemented snowy floors and horses neighed. From certain corners the laborious groans of workers uploading and offloading goods, exhaling steams as they laboured, sounded.
In respect to the presence of the third master, residents from the city drew over to watch the young man depart. Lips didn't dare to speak openly, only whisper.
