Before dawn, the city gates of Silver Ridge Hill were already bustling.
The sound of hooves crunching on snow was incessant, mingling with the chill of metal and the white mist of steam in the air.
Yorn rode alongside the convoy, urging his horse closer to Louis's carriage and lifting the curtain for a brief greeting: "Boss, I imagine the journey north must be dull. Luckily, I received an invitation from Astha too, so we can travel together."
Louis glanced at him and smiled slightly, "I suspect it's you who's bored in the territory."
"A bit, indeed." Yorn naturally fell into step with him, joking half-heartedly, "I've arranged everything at Silver Ridge Hill, so why not take this chance to visit other territories? Besides, it's a rare opportunity to travel with you."
Louis nodded gently, "Then observe well and learn."
In truth, Yorn knew that staying in Silver Ridge Hill left him with little to do.
