Chapter 68 : little rewrite.

The journey to the Eastern Province had begun in earnest. Kain and Talor rode in the back of a sturdy, wooden wagon, surrounded by crates filled with supplies bound for various settlements. The merchant leading the expedition, a burly man named Garret, had a no-nonsense demeanor. He gave them a once-over before setting off, ensuring they knew their place.

"You two keep your eyes sharp. Bandits don't give a damn about how young you are," Garret warned as he adjusted the reins on his horses. "We don't stop for long, and if something happens, you better be ready to fight."

Kain nodded, gripping the handle of his hammer while Talor rolled his shoulders, making sure his daggers were easily accessible. Though their mission was to leave the academy under the guise of an escort job, they both knew the roads would not be kind to them.