"Have you been in the elven kingdom, Eryn?" Kael asked as he settled himself by the campfire.
The three had been traveling for nearly three days, and soon they would be passing through another town.
Meanwhile, as soon as Aster dropped their belongings on the ground, he climbed the nearest tree, sprawled out on the first thick branch he found, and promptly fell asleep—groaning that his body was exhausted from carrying all the luggage, which was, in truth, only a basket and a long rectangular wooden box.
Eryn's horse had wandered off somewhere while they were setting up the fire. It blended into the darkness that Kael almost doubted his own eyes when he thought he saw it take on the vague shape of a human. But when he blinked, it completely disappeared from his sight.
They were in the middle of a forest, so Kael asked the young mercenary if the horse would be safe.
