Crowley gazed at the scenery outside the small window from inside the rocking carriage.
The village that housed chasers’ workshop was two days away from the town. The downpour continued all the while the carriage rolled along the road. The trip had taken longer because on unpaved stretches of the road the wheels stuck in the mud every now and then, but finally…
“We’re almost there,” Crowley murmured.
He knew that the village must have been near by just how well maintained the road became. It meant the village saw a decent amount of traffic, with many people coming and going.
The rain had stopped at the dawn break. The thick clouds cleared, and strong light began to shine on the world.