Limon was relieved. With the carriage at their disposal, the journey on the morrow would be considerably more manageable. It was estimated that it would take approximately a week to reach Arizela.
As the night deepened, an impenetrable shroud of darkness enfolded Shamen Pass...
The exodus of adventurers and merchants had stripped Shamen Pass of its erstwhile vibrancy, leaving it eerily silent.
Amid the gloom, only a few scattered clusters of fire flickered sporadically in various corners of Shamen Pass, their feeble glow akin to that of a guttering candle.
At this hour, the denizens of Shamen Pass were not limited to the Bronze Guards and the mercenaries. There was another, unbidden group lurking in the shadows.
A short distance from the row of vaults stood a freight station.
In the nocturnal embrace, the freight station was swathed in a pall of darkness, with naught but a few oil lamps sputtering feebly outside its entrance.
