The journey stretched on until the sun dipped toward the horizon, setting the skies ablaze with hues of gold and bleeding orange. As the light waned, the convoy, grand and deliberate, veered from the main road into the open grasslands.
The procession was a testament to nobility and power: Asher's personal carriage led the way, followed by supply wagons laden with crates of gifts and provisions, additional carriages bearing priests, priestesses, servants, and maids, all flanked and guarded by three hundred Paladins on horseback, their dull golden armour glinting in the dying light.
By the time Asher stepped down from the carriage, the camp was already alive with purpose.
