|Theodore|
Although the original plan had been to leave the Montague estate the very next morning after we arrived, it quickly became clear that rushing our departure wasn’t the smartest idea. Setting out in the middle of the day—half-prepared and half-rested—would only invite trouble. So we made the decision to stay one more night, allowing ourselves time to breathe, to prepare, and to gather our strength for what lay ahead.
Now, in the hushed hours before dawn, with the sky still cloaked in deep shades of indigo and grey, everyone was awake and ready. Sleep still clung to our limbs, but adrenaline buzzed quietly beneath the surface, sharpening every sense. Today, we would begin the long three-day trek toward Mirevale Woods and the Feyran Lands—by foot.
There was no other option. Vehic
