Sarda, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 24th day of Fall
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The road going home was slow and bumpy. Arterius sat anxiously on his seat as the carriage jerked and wobbled over the stony road. He had already drunk the last drop of medicine he had stored during the trip, but his foot was hurting worse.
His younger brother chose to leave on horseback rather than a carriage because he wanted the people to see the splendor of his triumphant return. Arterius found it stupid and unnecessary. The carriage was better because it protected him from the rain and the cold Autumn winds. Well, he wasn't as strong and powerful as his brother, so, a gust of wind might make him sick with colds.