"Let's camp here for the night."
The sun set, half-immersed in the canopy, the afterglow spilling across the sky, just a step away from disappearing completely.
The Demon Hunter glanced around, sensing the surroundings, then nodded to the caravan leader, gracefully jumping off the seat first.
After resting in the village for a few days, the convoy bore no visible scars from the Magic Cloud Undercurrent. The caravan leader calmly halted the Chocobo, while the other attendants expertly began setting up camp, coordinating seamlessly with hardly a word of command needed.
The Hero followed, jumping out of the carriage. On her way home via the border, she occasionally assisted in setting up camp and hunting. While not as professional as the Royal Family's carefully selected attendants, she could still speed up the process considerably.
