The journey resumed after their brief stop in Xylemy, the carriage creaking gently as it rolled over the uneven path. Luke and Karrigan settled into a rhythm, with the tigers trotting steadily along the trail, their ears flicking occasionally at the sounds of the surrounding wilderness.
As the miles passed beneath them, their conversation drifted to a topic that had been on Luke's mind since they started this journey—the safety of travelling between trade centres.
"So, about this peace treaty, you mentioned," Luke began, breaking a comfortable silence. "It's supposed to keep everyone safe, right? But what happens if something goes wrong? I mean, there must be bandits, rogue groups, and even monsters out here."
Karrigan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes on the road ahead.
