Amelia PoV
We met the others in the main room of the inn. Farid was there, dressed in a clean, white tunic and a turban that was more elaborate than the one he wore yesterday. He had a sword at his hip, its hilt inlaid with mother-of-pearl. His face was a mask of calm determination.
"It's time," he said, his voice low and serious. "The wagon will stay here. Aaliyah will look after it. We will travel on unicorn-back. It's faster and less conspicuous."
Amaya hummed. "Is it really? Four riders from a small town. Isn't that conspicuous?"
Farid smiled. "We're not taking the main road. We'll be using a path that only a few use these days. A path that was used by the old desert caravans, before the new trade route was built."
I sighed. "You mean those narrow roads? I rather not have to cross them again."
Farid folded his arms. "Someone will meet us half-way there."
