Diplomatic Corps

Daytime was short in spring, with the sun barely hanging nine hours in the sky every day.

And now, the sun was half-sunken beneath the horizon, showering its afterglow upon the land and dyeing it orange-red.

The snow on the merchant roads were finally melting in the wake of winter, and the once bleak roads showing a little life.

Naturally, that was only a 'little' since this was an age where there was no safety in travel. Aside from those who are forced to leave the city or travelling merchants, most citizens would ultimately stay within their homes and go nowhere else for their whole lives.

But at the moment, a group of people were moving along seemingly in a hurry, intent on finding a place to rest before the sun sets entirely.

There were around thirty of them—not too numerous for a group, but almost all of them were riding strong humpbeasts or chocobos, but they were slowed by the three bulky carriages to the rear.