While Amon, Yue, and Arya exchanged their 'tearful' goodbyes, another farewell unfolded on the opposite side of Solfea. However, this one lacked the same intimacy. More than twenty of Eldorin's finest Knights, Magicians, and officers had assembled in one location, efficiently coordinating their logistics as they loaded cargo and luggage onto a train.
The platform buzzed with activity as armoured figures moved precisely, their cloaks rippling in the breeze. The steady clank of metal echoed through the station as luggage was fastened, crates of supplies were hoisted onto the train, and heavy boots pounded against the wooden planks. Despite the flurry of movement, the workers loading the train couldn't help but steal glances at the central group of five, who stood in a tight circle, deep in discussion.
Mainly… they were staring at one man.
