On a lonely path, a carriage with a tarp over it and a single horse traveled through the dark road. The light from the carriage could only illuminate a few feet of the surroundings. Two people in cloaks sat in front at the drivers seat, with one holding the reigns and the other holding a map.
"You're positive we're going the right way yes?", Abigail asked quietly, still leading the horse.
"I have lived in this area for a long time, of course I know where I'm going princess. I know this place like the back of my hand", Phellan muttered to himself as he looked down at the map then looking around.
"Then why do you still need a map if you know this place *like the back of your hand*, so you said", she rolled her eyes at him.
"It's dark out, of course i need to check the map", he muttered to himself and continued checking the map. Abigail looked over at his map, the light of the lamp making it more visible for her than it was in his room back then.
