The stolen carriage rolled smoothly out of the city gates. It wasn't just any transport; it was a luxurious, gold-trimmed caravan designed explicitly for high nobility, commandeered straight from the Baron's private stables. Lexel sat up front holding the leather reins, acting as the driver, completely unfazed as the two massive stallions cantered steadily down the dirt road.
Inside the plush cabin, Anthierin peeked out the velvet-draped window. She watched the stone walls of the small city of Einjaar slowly shrink in the distance until they disappeared entirely behind a bend in the road.
She let out a heavy, complicated sigh. She leaned forward and slid open the small wooden partition window connecting the cabin to the driver's seat.
"Hey, Lexel?" "Yeah?" Lexel replied lazily, not even turning around. "Aren't you worried?" Anthierin asked, chewing her lower lip. "I mean... you just murdered a Baron in broad daylight. In front of his entire city."
"Nah."
