The carriage ride from Hanrahan Town to the Vale of Mists was both the longest and the strangest that Loman had ever experienced. Despite traveling at speeds that should have been impossible through the darkness of night, with only brief stops to rest the horses, the journey felt like it would never end, as though once he'd entered the carriage, the days before he started the journey were long ago, and the end of the journey was in a distant, unimaginable future.
Behind them, a second carriage carried Hauke, Liam Dunn, and Hugo Hanrahan, along with several Eldritch soldiers who served as guards for their small convoy. The presence of that second carriage, filled with other human noblemen, should have been a comfort. A reminder that he wasn't alone in this strange venture into the most dangerous of demon infested lands, but instead it only emphasized how far they'd fallen, and how completely their world had been turned upside down after a single, catastrophic battle.
