Times like these made mortals wonder— What else does the world have to offer outside their little hole?
All aboard~
Benjamin raised his leg and dropped it, seemingly afraid his dirty body would stain the magnificently clean caravan's stairway and interior.
Was he really leaving the Village in such a godly artifact?
Well, he felt flattered.
Benjamin stood nervously among the chosen, clutching his worn out satchel close to his hips.
Many in the world would probably look down on this crude satchel that looked like it has been through a lot.
However, to their Ghall family, it was a family heirloom, passed on from generations to generations.
In his eyes, it was sacred.
So for his father to give it to him, meant a lot. It signifies trust, manhood, and so many aspects.
Just thinking of it almost made Benjamin's eyes teary. (**He said almost.)