Two days had swiftly passed, and the time for Gideon's departure to engage in diplomatic negotiations with the tribes beyond the formidable Snake River had arrived. On this crucial morning, before the imposing edifice of the Casimiro nation, an ebony carriage, drawn by five majestic black stallions, stood as a symbol of power and prestige, glistening under the radiant morning sun.
Gideon, accompanied by his loyal companions, Lucy and Leo, stood at the very brink of the road, preparing for the journey ahead. Dressed in their finest attire, they exuded an air of solemnity and purpose that befitted the occasion.
Lucy, adorned in a resplendent gown of soft, azure fabric, adorned with delicate layers, her golden tresses cascading gracefully, looked every bit the vision of elegance. Her presence added a touch of ethereal beauty to the solemnity of the departure.
