The carriages of the Grivenian delegation departed from the city of Nefer with flair, the sight of marching armored knights on their handsome steeds a feast to the eyes for the common folks.
After crossing several towns and villages, they chose to camp near one of the many unnamed rivers on their planned route. The tired horses were allowed to rest, with their owners giving water and food to them, while the servants prepared a simple meal for the people.
It was midday, and the sun was bright overhead. Arlan was sitting by the riverbank when Imbert approached and informed him, "We have a visitor, Your Highness."
The prince glanced at the man standing behind Imbert and nodded. He directed his gaze at Oriana, "Go arrange my meal."
Oriana understood that he was subtly dismissing her.
