The voyage continued uneventfully.
Each evening, the wagon stopped to allow the players to log out for the day.
The group made it a point to reach a town before nightfall, avoiding the need to camp outdoors. And each morning, as the players logged back in, they resumed their journey.
Seven days passed this way, and now, after another weekend break, the players were back in the game. Today, they would finally arrive in Kelta.
Despite the smooth journey so far, the players couldn't shake a growing sense of unease. This was a game, after all, and it didn't seem right to have a weeklong event without any significant obstacles.
"I can't believe nothing's happened," Carmen muttered.
"Yeah," Pierre agreed. "No bandit attacks, no wagon breakdowns. It's almost suspicious."
They exchanged wary glances, the same thought lingering in everyone's mind: something big had to be coming.
