By afternoon, all the villagers gathered together to bid farewell to Elina and Mike as they prepared to leave for the city.
Smiles mixed with lingering worry as hands were shaken and blessings were given. Some villagers pressed small gifts into their hands—dried food, charms for safe travel, and hand-stitched cloth meant to ward off misfortune.
"We'll be waiting for your return," one of them said warmly.
The Village Chief stood at the front, pride and gratitude clear on his face. "May the road be safe, and may the city treat you kindly."
"We won't forget this place," Mike replied sincerely.
Elina bowed deeply, her voice steady. "Thank you… for everything."
Accompanying them was the village merchant, who also traveled to the city regularly. A small group of armed guards rode with him, forming a modest but reliable escort.
