Early the next morning, the merchant convoy, packed and ready, prepared to leave the King Camp. However, contrary to expectations, only half of the personnel were set to depart first.
"Sura, Loloria, Flan, you go ahead," Tilan allocated personnel inside the tent. Considering the journey ahead, it was more appropriate for someone like Sura, who moved slowly, to follow the convoy. As for Loloria, her presence basically ensured the convoy's safety. Flan had better judgment than Sura in certain matters and possessed the common sense about the current environment that Loloria was lacking.
Once the allocation was mostly complete, Orenna, who had been waiting early in the corner, didn't hear her name and hurriedly ran in front of Tilan.
"What about Orenna? Does Tilan not want me anymore?" She was a bit nervous and scared, thinking she was about to be sold in the King Camp since she was a slave commodity.
