Their journey continued. Travel was not exactly safe, especially after the encounter with the orcs.
But there was no more danger.
The monsters in the region seemed to be moving farther away from the Golden Roads and that area in general. Whatever it was that they sensed… must've been terrifying.
Damon didn't turn around. He simply continued down the path with the caravan, his eyes fixed ahead.
He was almost at his destination.
His village — Little Town. The caravan would part ways with him here, heading in a different direction toward the Ravenscroft family's domain.
"Come to think of it... Xander returned home to his family."
Damon sighed, slumping slightly in his saddle.
It must be a good feeling — to have a home and parents to return to.
A place that was safe… and his own.
He gently pulled the reins of his stag, whose hooves pounded against the earth with a steady rhythm. The sound was accompanied by a rough dragging noise behind them.
