The next day, was a day like any other.
A half-slumbering city.
A cold morning, filled with yawns and the urge to return to bed.
I mean, what did you expect?
The whole city being alert? Its forces searching for the culprit of a random fire?
Well, you were wrong then.
The talisman did it's work well. So well, that unless you sent a precious high ranked magic user to investigate, you won't find a thing.
Well, I wouldn't depend on succeeding a whole mission with a talisman, if it didn't work well.
'It was worth tens of millions of Coles after all.'
I thought, as we made our preparations for leaving the city.
Though I said preparations, they weren't actually much.
We just gathered our luggage, checked our ride, I mean the raptors, and checked out of the inn.
Out of the inn, onto the road.
Taking the straight path to the teleportation hub, our carriage 'coincidently' passed through the last night's fire site.
