Party 5

"We've arrived at our destination, young lords!"

With the coachman's hearty declaration, the party of six slowly stepped out of the carriage, their boots meeting the dirt road beneath them.

Riley gave the coachman a small nod of acknowledgment.

The man, in turn, tipped the brim of his fedora-like hat with a respectful gesture.

Right now, they were in Savel—a small lodging town that had been established specifically to house and accommodate incoming merchants from various countries across the continent.

It served as a convenient rest stop before they continued their journey to the academy, making it a vital hub of trade and commerce.

Despite his curiosity, the coachman refrained from questioning why Riley had instructed him to bring the group here instead of heading directly to the dungeon's entrance.

He was a professional, after all—he knew better than to pry into the affairs of his passengers.