Over the past couple of weeks, the rhythmic swaying of the carriage has become a familiar sensation.
The initial excitement and tension of our journey has settled into a steady routine, broken only by the occasional surprise. Our nightly routine involves finding a new village or town to rest in, with accommodations varying from cozy and inviting inns to basic shelters.
We encounter a few foolish bandits who believe a royal carriage is a simple target. Zephyr handles most of them with his great combat efficiency, his wind magic a blur of precision and force. I step in when he needs help, and Quillen offers tactical advice. Only a few times does Quillen use his water magic to deflect bandit attacks. He prefers not fighting the enemy directly.
