"There..." Kirgan gestured to the carriage he had spoken of as they stopped a little ways away from the edge of the forest.
The carriage was set inconspicuously at the bottom of the hill, slightly obscured by some trees lining the forest's edge.
There was a carriage driver already seated by the carriage, waiting on their arrival.
The carriage driver was obviously human and Neveah did not find him to be a familiar face, however Neveah knew if he was here, then it was only because Kirgan had made certain he could be trusted.
Kirgan turned to Neveah once more, his gaze examining her. It lingered on her hair for a moment and Kirgan sighed.
"A head of golden hair is akin to a beacon of light from the skies, easily spotted. You will be sighted the moment you step out of this forest and given that such features are not common here, there is no dragon of Keep Skies who would not be able to identify you, Neveah." Kirgan pointed out.