(Third Person).
Dennis nodded slightly, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Perfect timing," he muttered under his breath.
Draven glanced toward him but kept going. "There will be only one stop during the journey. It will last twenty minutes. Use it to stretch, eat, or check your vehicles, but there will be no sleeping until we are safely back in Stormveil."
A low wave of conversation started again, but it died quickly when Draven's gaze swept over them once more.
"For each convoy," he said, "a leader will be appointed. They will guide you on the road and maintain order. You will follow their lead without question."
Meredith watched him closely, the precision in his words, the quiet power in his tone. Every command from his lips felt deliberate, thought through.
But then, Draven's voice shifted slightly, deeper, quieter. "But there is something I have realized," he said. "No matter how well we plan, there is one truth we can't deny—some of us may not make it back home."
