Chapter 256 - Criminals, again...

The carriage moved along the dirt road at a steady pace, its wheels creaking softly with each bump in the road as the horses maintained a firm trot under the coachman's command. The interior was simple, but comfortable enough for a journey that would take several hours to reach Arven. Damon sat on one side of the padded seat, his body relaxed, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed. The repetitive swaying of the carriage created an almost hypnotic movement, the kind of rhythm that made it easy to lose oneself in thought or simply rest for a few moments. Sunlight streamed through the small side windows at irregular intervals as the carriage passed through shaded areas and open stretches of road, drawing moving patterns inside the vehicle.