Denarore isn't particularly far, but with Lucas' injured arm we have to ride at a slower clip. In order to arrive there in time, we end up riding through the night.
At this pace we arrive in town by dawn.
I notice him occasionally clutching his injured arm close, even as his expression remains unreadable, giving away nothing of his thoughts.
"...Well, what do we do now?" He looks around, taking in the sight of the city with his usual interest, and a soft smile crosses his lips. "It's been a long time since I was last here."
I glance over at him. "Let's visit Roland before anything."
We follow the winding cobbled streets through town, avoiding the more open areas as we weave our way into the heart of the city - without knowing who's looking for Lucas, it's best not to let many see him here.
