บท 80: To The South

Evening.

The Southern Marquessate of Rimor. Despite the frigid year, the region was warmer than all other regions of Nemphis. Some of the more warm lands did not even have snow blanketing all over them.

A small carriage, a wagon to be precise, was being pulled by a donkey on one of these snowless lands. The 'coachman' was a skinny old man who was chewing a stalk of barley.

The wagon behind would have been empty, if the two weird strangers had not come out of nowhere and asked for a ride. Of course, they agreed to pay- a hefty sum at that. Hence, there was a big smile on the old man's face.

Of the two, one was a male- a demonically handsome young man. And the other? A young woman, who looked as if she were in her late twenties, with a dainty body and pale face. The paleness only added to her beauty while her yellow hair set her apart from the rest of the crowd.