They packed quickly.
No heavy armor.
No extra tools.
Only what they needed.
Fenric checked his bow and arrows.
The string felt firm.
His Aura responded smoothly when he touched it.
Liana adjusted her spear and tested her Wind Aura once.
Short.
Controlled.
By midday, they returned to the city gate.
The caravan was already there.
Six wagons stood in a line.
Strong wooden frames.
Iron reinforcements.
Guards were present, but not many.
Most were hired hands, not adventurers.
A well-dressed man stepped forward.
"Silverleaf Trade Company," he said. "I'm Manager Horen. You must be the guild escorts."
"Yes," Liana replied. "Fenric and Liana."
Horen nodded, clearly relieved. "Good. We depart as soon as everyone is ready."
Fenric scanned the area.
Open road.
Clear weather.
No immediate threats.
He took position near the front wagon.
Liana stayed closer to the center.
The caravan began to move.
The city gates opened.
The road stretched ahead.
