Two days. That was all the time Isadora had given me—two days to prepare for my journey to Erestia's capital, two days to say goodbye to everything I'd ever known.
And now two days had gone.
I stood in my room, surrounded by the scattered remnants of my packing preparations. My large leather backpack lay open on the bed with everything I deemed worthy to take inside. The rest would remain here.
The practical preparations had been the easy part. I'd gathered my traveling clothes, sturdy boots that could handle the long roads ahead, a coil of rope that might prove useful in ways I couldn't yet imagine, a well-balanced knife, and several small vials of sleeping concoctions. When I'd laid them out together, I'd chuckled darkly at how suspicious the collection appeared—like the kit of some traveling cutthroat rather than a young man seeking his fortune in the capital.
