The journey from the Steele Estate to the nearby city of Koplov took the better part of a day, even traveling at a brisk pace facilitated by Alaric's subtle wind magic assisting their mounts. Koplov wasn't the largest city in the Steele territory, but it was strategically important, bustling with trade and serving as a hub for adventurers, hunters, and mercenaries operating in the vast, wild lands that bordered the estate.
Their group cut an imposing figure as they rode through the city gates.
Alaric, at the forefront, projected an aura of calm authority, his handsome features drawing appreciative glances.
Beside him rode Rosalind, her practical attire doing little to hide her striking beauty, her expression sharp and focused.
Saintess Ceanna, radiant despite the travel dust, emanated a gentle holiness that seemed at odds with the grim determination in her eyes.
