A few nights had gone by, and the road stretched still. Many settlements came on the way, but not in one did the wagons stop, as already the group was late. Glyea, especially, could feel the tension weighing on her shoulders like bricks. Serving as a reminder that the sages were waiting, the force of tension had finally broken her down.
For a mile or two, she slept on the wagon's coach with the horses guiding the passengers blindly. It was only after her body fell to the side with a thud that the rest of the group noticed the anomaly. And yet, as they went over and around to fetch her, she kept sleeping on the dirt. Helping her up, the group decided to make camp for the night, all the while, Aura wondered why the human knight required rest anyway.
