400 Master Nipede

Time, about five minutes ago.

On a spacious boulevard in Caludi, a carriage, escorted by numerous knights, slowly made its way towards the city gates.

Pedestrians, initially drawn by the significant entourage, cast their gazes toward the carriage. Only once they recognized the crest on the carriage did they hastily split, like parting before some fearsome thing, making way for the knight-escorted vehicle to pass majestically by.

Inside the carriage sat four individuals.

One of them was dressed in splendid noble garb, appearing to be in his twenties. He was rather handsome, barely fitting the description of a beautiful man, but his complexion was somewhat pale, giving off a feeble impression.

This young noble was smiling broadly, striking up conversation with the person seated opposite him.

"Master Nipede, I am very grateful for your agreement to accompany me on this trip," he said.

The person the young noble addressed was a senior in his sixties with white hair.