Gwen stepped into the waiting carriage, settling onto the comfortable seat with a sigh.
The began moving and the gentle sway of the vehicle barely registered as she leaned back, eyes gleaming with amusement.
Across from her, Isolde, her best friend, sat with her arms crossed, her keen blue eyes studying Gwen with mild impatience.
"Did you find the rapier you were looking for?" Isolde asked, her brows rose. "I don't even understand why you love rapiers. Just use an axe and chop the person's head off. Simple and straightforward."
Gwen chuckled at her friend's words, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeves. "I did find the rapier. But I also found something much more interesting."
Isolde raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Gwen stretched her arms, as if recalling something particularly entertaining. "Ren Ross."
Isolde tilted her head in confusion. "Who?"
