The March of the Delegation

The order was given with everything packed, and the delegation set out again. The sun had just begun to rise, its golden light spilling over the horizon and casting long shadows against the rolling hills. The morning air was brisk, carrying the faint scent of dewy grass and damp soil as the caravan steadily advanced along the well-worn dirt path.

For the first time, Luke took a moment to observe the full formation of the delegation. While it was easy to assume they were just a travelling envoy, the reality was that they moved with the precision of a well-disciplined military unit.

At the forefront, leading the way, were Commander Valerie and her second-in-command, Larissa. Their tigers padded forward with steady, powerful strides, their presence symbolising authority. Riding alongside them were a handful of heavily armed knights—soldiers who likely served as the vanguard in case of unexpected encounters.