In the distance, the setting sun cast a reddish glow over the horizon.
A brown carriage made its way under the evening sun, driven by an elderly man.
Despite his aged appearance, his eyes remained clear and sharp.
Two old horses pulled the carriage.
The saying that old horses know the way wasn't just a joke, as for this elderly coachman, he hardly needed to steer; he occasionally adjusted the reins to guide the horses around rough terrain, ensuring a comfortable ride for his passengers.
For professionals like him, the main goal was to provide a pleasant journey for their customers.
The passengers in the carriage were clearly not ordinary individuals, and this made the elderly driver all the more attentive.
Inside the carriage sat none other than Sean and Cecilia.
It had been two days since the battle at the Dogheads gathering point.
