The journey to the Elf Kingdom went more peacefully than they had imagined. For two full weeks, the caravan of two carriages moved along with a very familiar rhythm. Light rain occasionally fell, wetting the leaves by the roadside and creating a refreshing scent of damp earth. Strong winds sometimes blew, making the leaves rustle like the whispers of an ancient forest telling stories of old secrets. There were no attacks from ferocious monsters or bandits; it was as if nature itself was protecting their journey.
