The sudden shaking of the carriage awoke me as we were getting near our destination. The rising sun beams into my eyes causing me to sit upright and stretch. After a couple of seconds to acknowledge my surroundings I peered around the carriage, the carriage was nothing special, made from average lumber with four windows on each side for everyone to look outside if they wanted to, a door in the center on one side serving as the only entrance and exit. I brush through my hair with my hands in an attempt to fix it from my nap on this exhausting return trip to the main city of Latchcam. After regaining my thoughts I glanced around at three other people in the carriage with me. The first person I glanced at was a young woman sitting next to me, the young woman was a half-elf with sleek and beautiful long grayish hair, her pointy-ended ears slightly poking through her hair gave me the impression that she was. I must have been staring at her for a bit too long cause she stared right back at me with her emerald-green eyes and soft fair skin with a strong yet beautiful-looking face, she looked as if she were an unknown princess of the elf race, she stared directly at me a slight look of irritation formed on her face. “Is everything alright, Luke?” She asked, trying to hide the clear irritation in her tone as she tilted her head to get a better look at me. “Yes, everything is just fine, Brooke, just looking around” I replied, looking away trying to hide any sign of embarrassment and any red that might be on my face. Ever since Brooke joined this party I can’t help but get embarrassed if I did anything idiotic. I don’t know if it’s because I’m interested in her or because she is smart, I can’t tell.

Shifting my gaze to the burly man sitting across from me. He had an exhausted look on his face from staying up the entire three-day trip keeping an eye out for any bandits or traders, his brown hair looking thin yet covering most of his neck and forehead, even though he had brown hair on the top of his head the beard that covered most of his masculine scarred face was more of reddish orange. His name is Jesse, he is the tank of the group even though he’s the biggest and brutish-looking person in this little group he’s the only one who has a wife. Slightly shifting my gaze beside Jesse laid a woman resting her head on his side, she was Jesse’s wife Sabrina, a small and gentle woman. She has a small frame but her time being an adventurer made her slightly muscular over time. Jesse couldn’t help but smile whenever he glanced at his wife no matter the situation. There was one time when we had to stay at an inn outside of the city for a quest Jesse and his wife were staying up late that night going to a bar and the next morning when Brooke and I woke to find Jesse covered in blood. Brooke screamed at the sight causing Jesse to jolt awake for him to explain that it was not his blood but some other guy’s that tried to seduce his wife in front of him. I couldn’t look at his wife for too long or he'd get the idea I was imagining something about her. But his wife was very pretty. Any man would look at her if she passed by them, Jesse is a very lucky man to have her as a wife. She is an amazing cook from the times we had to camp out. I've never had anything better when it came to her cooking. Even though she's the sweetest and kindest of our group when she gets angry all of us can't help but fear for our lives. A few hours passed and our carriage stopped in front of a house. It looked slightly fancy, it had two levels, and big double doors made of fine oak from what I could tell. The house itself looked to be made of brick. As we exited our carriage and walked up to the doors, I knocked on the door expecting a deep voice to tell us to come in. I was caught off guard to hear a slightly high-pitched "coming!" Answer instead. As one of the doors slowly opened I could tell all of us looked down to see a child wearing clothing that covered every part of him except for his head, his dark brown hair covering part of his sky-blue eyes that looked as if they were oceans themselves, he appeared to be around eight or nine standing at the door. A smile formed on my face as I crouched down to the boy's level "well if it isn't the man of the day!" I chuckled after finishing and placed one hand on his shoulder "happy birthday, Arno."

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