They did make it to the capital before the coachmen stopped for the night, arranging for them lodgings in a decent inn. And they didn't just make it to the outskirts, they were well into the capital. They had made good time, they seemed to have started out with good fortune.
Just like the last time they spent the night at an inn, Dulce arranged meals to be brought to the others, settling in his room to eat. The capital was lively, outside his inn window, he could see lanterns hung on the streets, people still milling around though it was late.
The night was quiet, but Dulce had begun to relax, trusting that there would be no altercation among the Demons. Asael had completely kept to his words since the day of his summoning, so he could get comfortable on the bed with a book he had found in the inn. It was about the cultural history of Mistfall.
