Murkfang was losing hope. He didn't know how much longer he could survive in this state because he didn't even have food to eat.
There was no way he could survive out here because these humans were a lot smarter than him, for one, so it made it very hard for him to steal.
Murkfang realized the paint was coming off as well. There was no way his true self wouldn't show, but there was something common in this kingdom.
The carriages went out every day at set times, so he had to find a way to jump in one of those carriages to help his escape.
After all, there would be no need to check the back of a carriage because these soldiers knew each other well. They had been doing the same routine every day for years.
Murkfang also noticed one thing—or rather, a name.
It felt like a chant, and Murkfang had no idea what it meant or how to say it.
Still, it was King Theron IV of Elandor.
Murkfang heard this name a lot, even though he could barely understand what came after.
