Their simple caravan had soon left the Tower's vicinity.
There was one ornate carriage for the five apprentices and Instructor Chavez, and a weathered supply wagon for their servants.
Van settled onto the hard wooden bench beside the others as the wheels carved through the muddy road.
The servant that Gian brought was a lean boy named Jax…
He slapped his knee as he started to have some conversations with the other servants. "Well, this is cozy! Five of us squeezed in like salted fish… Bet the young masters' carriage has cushions stuffed with royal pheasant feathers…"
Then, Marcus' servant, Fin, cracked his knuckles. "Complain again and I'll toss you off to walk."
Lena's attendant, named Elias, chuckled. "Peace, Fin. We've two hours of this. Might as well learn each other's names."
Van remained silent, observing while his Ocularis Lens created a brief profile for him. Well, it was a very common thing that his Lens would do when he was still in his previous world.
