Looking for the culprit

As Adyr waited beyond the walls, a carriage bearing Vesha's family crest emerged from the gate and rolled toward him at a steady pace.

He watched it approach, eyes narrowing slightly as he recognized the figure holding the reins—it was Vesha.

"I expected a few guards with you," he remarked while stepping into the carriage.

She was a noble's daughter. It didn't make sense that her father would allow her to travel unescorted.

"Hehe. My father didn't want to let me go," Vesha replied with a sly grin. "But I stole the carriage and ran off." With a flick of the reins, the horses began to move. Oddly enough, she handled them with practiced ease.

Adyr exhaled through his nose. "And that won't be a problem?"

If her father sent guards after them, her presence could become more of a burden than a benefit.