It's been a couple of days since the incident with Hasdrubal and Anastasia in the imperial gardens, and now I was seated in an overwhelmingly lavish horse drawn carriage heading towards the infamous Free City of Qayan.
And though I call a carriage, it would be more apt to call it a mobile fortress due to it's sheer size alone, that required more than a hundred Diomedes warhorses to pull and was so massive it was partitioned into a large kitchen, a master bedroom with two additional guest rooms, two bathrooms and even a dining hall, equipped with all possible necessities to ensure both comfort and protection.
It was in the master bedroom of this architectural marvel where I was reading the awaited reports of the Archpriest Adam, when suddenly I heard a loud knock from my door, followed by the adolescent voice of my little brother asking "May I come in brother?"
