Morning light filtered through the frost flowers on the carriage window, spilling onto the thick fur carpet inside.
Louis opened his eyes, touching a layer of warmed velvet; the temperature inside the carriage was constant, and the fireplace was calm.
Outside was biting wind and snow, yet inside the carriage was as comfortable as a hall.
The specially crafted lord's carriage was tailor-made by craftsmen from Red Tide, with a fireplace embedded in the corner and copper pipes evenly directing steam heat into the seats and bedding.
Maps and tactical boards hung on the walls, while the shelves held statistical records from various Northern Territory areas.
Louis sat up from the thick blanket, donned an inner-lined fur coat, and stepped into the fur boots.
"It's been more than ten days since we set off," he whispered.
Frost Dragon Territory was not far; they would reach today.
He waved his hand to skillfully activate the Daily Intelligence System.
