The return was quiet.
That only applied to the inner carriage cabin of the Gremory Party.
Crowds gathered outside, cheering on each and every Hero Party that went down the main road on the way to their accommodations.
Ryn sat at the opposite window. Posture rigid and eyes unfocused, even with everything outside, he had something else in mind.
Amelia watched him the whole ride.
"Is…something wrong?" she asked.
That made him turn.
Just slightly.
"Yeah," he said quietly.
"Things have shifted forward," he continued. "Whatever schedule I thought I had? It's gone."
The carriage came to a stop.
Amelia searched his face, looking for exaggeration or panic, anything at all.
She found none.
"How far forward?" she asked.
Ryn pushed the door open before answering.
"Enough that we can't afford to be careful anymore," he said.
"We need to move. Fast."
He stepped out onto the gravel path, the estate gates opening ahead of them.
Amelia followed, unease settling in her chest.
