Championship of the Greats

"We're here!" Elliot announced that prompted the three to peek their heads out of the wagon. They took a deep breath of the fresh Alordean air, enjoying the vast grasslands and the mountains just a few miles back.

They were now at the city gate, just entering the city where the people from Alorde did not even bat an eye to them.

In Alorde, every type of wagon would come to the city all the time. The people had gotten used to the wagons parading around the city in a daily basis.

"Cilca is the bomb, but nothing feels like home," Florencia said. "Although my home is literally a few hours away, Alorde is still my second home."

"We're going to introduce the villagers to the guild and we'll set them off," Elliot said.

Although he tried to persuade the Cilcans that he would accompany them, they humbly rejected him. They said they were already a big pain in his back for training them for free, they didn't want to bother them even more.