Avara POV
The gravel road stretches like a quiet vein through the forest, its coarse surface crunching underfoot or tires. It leads to an open clearing, where the caravan rests at the edge of a tranquil lake. Moonlight dances on the rippling water, casting faint silver glimmers onto the caravan's polished exterior. Surrounding the lake are tall, shadowy pines that frame the scene.
When the car stops, I climb out but I keep my elbow on top of the roof as I survey my surroundings.
"It's a lot more… open than your last place."
I glance at him as he climbs and closes the door behind him.
"Like hell I was gonna get another visit from Botan's inquisitors."
