Soran arrived at the main road with five horse-drawn carriages, one of which carried the soldiers and was filled with materials they needed. Soran stepped down from one of the carriages, holding a child's hand as if the boy were lost. All the soldiers fell silent, even before they reached the town. The issue had begun unraveling during their journey, and Soran had displayed emotions that had turned his face red throughout the trip. "You immediately take all of this to the blacksmith; they will know what to do next."
There was no welcoming committee for them, unlike the elite guards who had arrived earlier that day. Soran had yet to learn about that news, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared until he resolved the matter currently at hand.
Soran walked down the main street with the boy, attempting to stay calm and suppress his own emotions to avoid exacerbating the situation. Their destination was the palace.
