Merchant ships, Wide Docks and a half truth.
After being severely insulted by a Salamander or a Dragon, or let's just say simply a shapeshifting lizard. Aurelion was too tired of the journey and the halt. The trio dozed off again. The wagon with the slaves attached back to the carriage.
"Your highness, we have arrived." Stefan announced.
"Finally." Aurelion yawned. "It took a lot more time than I thought."
Aurelion stepped out without looking outside of the window. Sally and Lyra came down too.
"What the fuck." He exclaimed.
The scenery was completely different from what Aurelion was expecting. They were in a medieval town. There were many boats docked to the side. It was a riverfront.
"Huh, weren't we supposed to go in a workshop which was in some jungle or something? What are we doing near a river?" Aurelion was bewildered.
He turned to Stefan. "Mother said you knew the address. Did you forget the way or something?" He added.
