"We've already prepared it, Mr. Philas," said Medisha, riding the Unicorn behind Brand, with a smile. She gestured towards the only supply wagon in the center of the convoy, loaded with goods.
The Little Prince ran back and forth beside the wagon, striving to keep it steady on the bumpy road along with the hired local drivers. Everyone could hear him shouting orders in a clear voice at the four stout, thick-haired horses, but the animals paid him no mind, looking at him with disdain in their eight eyes.
This scene was quite amusing, yet somewhat sympathetic to everyone.
Fortunately, Haruz was starting to get used to it, wiping the sweat from his forehead and showing a flushed face, dressed in new leather armor with a longsword on his back. He looked every bit like a young knight serving a great noble family, no longer resembling the previous image of the Little Prince in his luxurious robes.
"Ah, I remember now." Philas nodded to himself, finally realizing.
