Third Person's POV
Ethan wasn't worried about missing their month-end schedule for the Abyssal Sanctum, as Virelle mentioned it was roughly a week's journey from here so a few days of rest wouldn't cost them much.
The road they traveled was one of many routes that funneled toward the city gates. Carriages drawn by spectral horses were a common sight along the path.
What set them apart was the modest and unadorned look of Ethan's carriage.
The others flaunted elaborate designs and were accompanied by heavily armed escorts that displayed both wealth and power.
The guards included demons, slave orcs, and some occasional humans too.
Ethan took in the lively surroundings with quiet amazement while Virelle busied herself with fixing his unruly violet curls.
Frustration was written all over her face as the stubborn locks refused to stay in place and the scene caused Velcy to giggle softly from the side.
