Mayor Horace walked Luke out of the office, the wooden floors creaking slightly under their footsteps. The bustling sounds of the market below drifted through the open windows, mingling with the distant calls of traders and the hum of city life. As they made their way down the corridor, Luke broke the silence.
"I've been thinking… I'm not just planning to walk the whole way. I was hoping to hitchhike, maybe find someone going in the same direction. I don't want to impose, but do you know of anyone who might be able to help?"
Mayor Horace paused for a moment, deep in thought. The lines on his forehead creased as he considered the possibilities. After a brief silence, he replied.
"There is something, though it might not align perfectly with your timeline. Every year, the four trade centres exchange goods, but that's still two seasons away. If you wait for that, it would delay your journey by about six months, and I suspect you don't have that kind of time."
