And so, morning came and with it, the splendour of the sun and the skies. Its rays basked its ethereal glow upon the earth as the darkness was banished for its temporary slumber.
While this went on, the people of the earth began their daily duties and proceeded to their various tasks. Amongst these people were the group of mercenaries that were currently on their path to their destination, the Eastern-Western Border Town.
Amongst the carriages that were left, only one remained functional and fixable. After all, there weren't any Cartwright or Coachmakers to repair the others so they had to make do with what they had, and luckily for them, Raph had kept an insurmountable amount in his Storage Ring.
The carriage was currently on the road, with four horses pulling it. Azby sat at the front with the reins while Rodrick and Colyn sat beside her.
