As the morning sun rose over the encampment, the Grims began preparing for their journey to Metreon Star Capital. The air was filled with the sounds of bustling merchants, travelers bidding farewell, and the distant ringing of a blacksmith's hammer. Horses were saddled, supplies were secured, and final preparations were made.
Espada, adjusting her gloves, noticed something peculiar. "Hey, Wulf, where's your horse?" she asked, tilting her head.
Wulf, with his usual lifeless stare, simply replied, "Don't have one."
Espada gasped dramatically. "Elric, as our fearless warrior, you should buy him one!"
Elric's face immediately contorted into a look of utter disapproval. "Why do I have to buy him one?" he grumbled.
Espada smirked mischievously. "Because I am the leader, and subordinates must follow their leader!" she teased. "Besides, Wulf is one of us now."
Elric sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Wulf, you can take a horse."
