The mining village of Baktou basked in the warm glow of the rising sun as Garnt made final preparations for his departure. It was still dark outside, but the early morning voices of the birds and the mist really added a refreshing feeling to the people.
Huta, his sturdy horse, stood patiently as he exchanged parting words with Telvi and Baktou. There was a bittersweet air lingering, and Garnt couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that tugged at him.
"Take care, Garnt," Baktou said with a firm handshake. "And when you return next time, we'll celebrate your homecoming with the biggest party this village has ever seen."
Garnt's gaze shifted to Telvi, and he couldn't help but feel the weight of his own hypocrisy. "Yes," he replied, forcing a smile. "But the next wedding will be yours, so I will bring the whole family next time."
