The players were on their way to Oceina.
The journey wasn't long—especially with the military carriage—but it wasn't exactly short either.
And, at the end of the day, it was still a carriage, not a car.
So, whether they liked it or not, they had time to pass.
And they spent it the only way they could—by talking.
This time, though, Arlon participated.
At first, it was subtle. A nod here, a short response there. But to the others, it was noticeable. Arlon, who was usually reserved, was actually engaging in conversation.
It felt strange to most of them.
But June?
She had already figured it out.
She knew Arlon wanted to be their friend. He just didn't know how to act like one.
So, she forced him to talk.
Constantly.
She pestered him with questions, dragged him into discussions, and made sure he had no choice but to respond.
And in the end, even Arlon—the one known for having the hardest shell—began to open up.
