( Art provided by the telegram channel - Aquarium Chemiae )

It was early morning. There was no bustle of people in the central square and no shouting of merchants. However, there was a hubbub on the other side of the city wall. The merchant caravan was about to leave for Nordrel, so the merchants were hurriedly loading their goods into the carts, and the mercenaries were checking their equipment and the condition of the crew.

You were among the mercenaries. There were only four of you, but the one you were least concerned about was the tall man with blond hair tied in a high ponytail. Of all the guards, he seemed the most... reliable.

"We can move out!" one of the caravan drivers shouted, waving his hand.

Everyone got into the carts and finally the wheels started moving. The journey promised to be long.