Leaving at Last

Waking up in the morning, feeling like P-Diddy, I stretch and get out of bed.

Today's the day, we finally leave Sanmara and get back onto the road to the capital. Thankfully, Teresa was pretty accepting of my real age, given she met me when I was a kid before, and the rest of the meeting passed pretty normally.

We mapped out our general route, planning to hit three other cities along the way to stock up on supplies and materials to keep on the road, and eventually end up in the capital in about two years' time.

The time frame was met with multiple groans and suggestions about how to make it move faster, but otherwise, everything went smoothly.

The journey could finally start, as soon as we get out hands on a cart and a horse.

Heading to the northern exit of the city, we scanned our options.

"Do we want a covered cart or uncovered?" I ask, yet my wallet can already hear the answer, and it's a painful one.