The journey to the Spring of Rebirth had begun with grand expectations and a carriage full of tension.
Kyle rode at the head of the group, with Bruce by his side, while the others followed in separate carriages.
It had taken a great deal of planning to settle affairs in the village, ensure harvest storage, and assign responsibilities before Kyle could leave for the week-long journey.
But now that they had left, a different kind of storm brewed—one not of swords and politics, but quiet rivalries and layered glances.
Behind Kyle's group, a pair of soldiers rode at ease, whispering like old women in the market.
"Think they'll make it a day before claws come out?"
One muttered, eyeing the carriage where Melissa and Silvy shared space.
"You kidding? I'm more worried about surviving the aftermath. If they go at it, we'll have to flee or get caught in a crossfire."
His companion replied.
