It was noon by the time Eliron arrived at Kingsbridge, but although it was daytime, it looked like the opposite.
Storm clouds had darkened the skies, giving it the appearance of late evening.
Lightning flashed within the clouds above, causing booming thunderclaps that shook the world, and a heavy downpour soaked everything in sight.
Eliron sighed when he stared at the knights in the distance.
There was a long queue of carriages leading up to the city gates, and although it was pouring, the overzealous knights still insisted on searching each carriage.
Worst of all, it seemed they were even more frugal than they were meant to be.
And Eliron could guess why…
"That idiot is the reason this is happening, isn't he?" Eliron asked, staring at a man leading the knights.
He was dressed in showy armour typical of nobility, and although he put up a brave, arrogant front, Eliron could swear he could hardly swing a sword right.
