Morning light spilled over Abdel-Moheem as their carriage rolled through the quiet streets. Market stalls were beginning to set up, the smell of fresh bread and spices mingling with the crisp air. Min-jae leaned against the soft cushions, eyes tracing the tidy stone houses and the cobbled roads, appreciating the rhythm of a town waking slowly.
Hanan, seated across from him, tilted her head slightly, watching him. "We should switch carriages here.." she said softly. "The next stretch to Abdel-Karina is longer. This carriage will be more comfortable for the road ahead."
Min-jae nodded, rising as the carriage slowed to a stop. Fadil stretched in his seat and smirked, "You sure you can handle the next one, Vahid? Don't fall asleep mid-journey again."
Min-jae gave a faint smile. "I'll manage," he replied, stepping down carefully.
