After days of hard travel, the forest began to thin, giving way to well-trodden paths and signs of civilization. Merchants and travelers dotted the road, their wagons and horses filling the air with chatter and the scent of spices and woodsmoke.
We joined a group of merchants heading in the same direction. They were an experienced bunch, and as they shared tales of the kingdom's politics and market life, I soaked up every detail, mentally preparing for what awaited me.
One merchant, an elderly woman, was particularly insightful. "There are two major guilds in the capital," she explained, her voice low and conspiratorial. "The Apothecaries' Guild and the Healers' Circle. They're rivals, but their knowledge is invaluable to a man like you."
Her words made me realize that I would need allies—and quickly. Each guild had its own strengths and political sway, and I'd need to tread carefully to avoid choosing sides prematurely.
That night, as we made camp for the last time, I reflected on the journey. Frost lay curled by my side, his soft fur a comforting warmth. He had become more than just a pet—he was a companion, a guardian, and a reminder of everything I was working toward. With the kingdom now within reach, I was ready to step into the next chapter, my mind racing with plans, dreams, and the promise of what lay ahead.