Three hours passed in relative silence broken only by the rhythmic clopping of the horse's hooves on packed dirt.
The wagon rattled along country roads, taking us further from Greyford with each passing mile.
Fields stretched out on either side, gradually giving way to denser forest as we traveled. I kept checking my debug vision periodically, watching Scarlet's glamour timer tick down.
[Glamour Duration: 1:47:33]
Less than two hours remaining.
We'd need to find somewhere safe before it wore off completely, somewhere Scarlet could drop the disguise without immediately being spotted and reported.
Eventually, we reached a riverside town as the sun began its final descent toward the horizon.
The town was smaller than Greyford, maybe a third the size, but still bustling with activity despite the approaching evening.
