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Third Person POV

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He peaked his head out the horse carriage watching the sunlight hit the mountain peaks with colors ranging from dark gray to blue and silver white. He watched Letharia shuffle a little as she lay quietly on his lap. Aven’s sunglasses hadn’t come off since he put them on. Aven yawned as the bumpy roads were making it hard to sleep, yet Letharia slept through it all. The driver glanced back at Aven “My lord, this is the farthest I go… the northern slums should be two miles away or so.”

Aven sighed, carefully throwing Letharia onto his back “Thank you, Quincy.”

Aven stepped out of the carriage with a walking stick “Have a Safe journey, my prince!”

Aven carried Letharia on his right shoulder, and put a big duffel bag on his left shoulder, while grasping his walking stick. Aven walked forty five minutes until he came across a tacky wooden sign that read “Dear traveler, you will get your shit stolen, turn back from where you came!”

Aven sighed “Letharia, wake u