The ride to the capital of the Veltharian Republic is quite bumpy.
That is an understatement.
The wheels of the carriage keep the Tarondar Diplomatic Party and I jolting up and down as they chug forward over the loose stones of the cobbled road. All of us are numb to the feeling by now. It has been a couple of weeks since we left the Tarondar Palace on our journey.
The magical knights have protected the entire party from robbers several times. Matteo and Zephyr wanted to get in on the action but were prevented from doing so as they were told to conserve their energy for any upcoming major threats in Veltharia.
Estes and Neve both were there to help defend and heal anyone in our party who has gotten injured over the past couple of weeks.
Our carriages roll slowly into the town of Goturon.
