"What did you say? Impossible!" Captain Ayrland's enormous roar could be heard from a far distance: "Absolutely impossible! How could we let her rejoin the team?"
The assembly time had already arrived, and the team had regrouped neatly. The crucial issue of the carriages had also been resolved. The mercenary named Rams, who had originally claimed to be waiting in the rest area, voluntarily introduced several caravans from the City of Knowledge that his goods had primarily been sold off, and he had ample carriages he could sell to the wedding procession to alleviate their cramped predicament. Initially, Ayrland was suspicious of this good fortune being bestowed upon them, but upon discovering that several of the caravans had long-standing relationships with the city guards and that Rams was providing a guarantee in his capacity as the main military sponsor of the mobile market, Ayrland accepted the urgently needed blessing after carefully inspecting the carriages.
