The shaking carriage wouldn't let Akatosh sleep. Finding a good position to rest but all he could feel was the stumbling of the wagon. He looked to Ashalain with a curious and uneasy feeling. He couldn't help but remain calm to this madwoman. He expected that she who follows him to what action he might do; wager she could be useful at a crucial time yet again she might lead him to damnation life he's been avoiding.

The traveling unsuits him but for Ashalain she was long past used to this kind of transportation. Crossing her arms and legs as if nothing, Akatosh looked at her for answers while she closed her eyes.

"Why are we even using a primitive way of traveling where we can just use the so-called teleportation you people have." He asks.

"We could but we can't."

"You mean?"

"The magical connection that links Ravalind and Keshoval for teleportation was severed. It had been reported that lightning struck the teleportation place at Ravalind breaking the stone into pieces. And--" Ashalain stops before she could continue, she was concerned for something but hiding pretty well for a woman.

The information was enough to fill Akatosh's demands of an answer. "I see, let's hope no pillagers would show up in this lonely road we're trekking"

A moment had passed and still, the silence grew, curious he asks her another rampant question. "I want to clarify something. We could hire a mage for sending us to Ravalind that might save us a lot of time"

"Just this once, this isn't Maginum to say, mages here are limited, and learning a teleportation spell might not be a common thing so people who have that kind of spell are especially important. I have been consulting at Keshoval for someone who knows teleportation, but they all have their troubles."

He slips back into his mind talking to himself once again. "Funny I just met an incredibly talented people and there are two of them. This is just too funny; fortune comes with the risk I say." Slacking off to laziness this enrage Ashalain quite a bit.

"If I were to measure you I see you as a despicable man." She says, with a tone of disgrace to him. Her words though didn't affect him but what she gets in return was a thumbs up.

His action nearly got him punched in the eye. "What are you doing! You madwoman!"

"I dare you to say that again!"

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"You're mad…" A slow and sarcastic tone he said.

The driver couldn't help but stay in silence hearing the commotion from the inside, a couple in distress to each other's feelings he assumed.

Clenching in anger she let hold of her grudge and returns to her seat. Her face was easily seen through full of stress, sadness, anger, rage, bitterness you name it.

"It's fine to hate in anger but never be swallowed by it, might lead you to the worst situation you will soon regret," Akatosh said to her staring above while lying flat coaxing.

"Shut up!"

"I'm just saying it."

Cutting time their silence to each other gap even more, until…

The horse suddenly takes an uneasy turn as five arrows shot a warning in front of the wagon. Two more at the side of the driver as if ordering him to stop. Five people step into the road blocking the path. Their face is full of nothing but ransacks and loot, laughing menacingly they ordered the driver to hand everything he had as they wave and show their sword and dagger.

"Hey old man, we'd like you to hand us everything you have. Hehehehe… even your horse." Says the man who looked like their leader was bald and had a black tattoo on his chest.

"Yeah don't forget to hand the wagon maybe even your clothes." Says the thin man holding a dagger.

Shaking in fear the driver couldn't help but shiver at the men facing his wagon. Then out of sudden Ashalain leaps through from the left side of the driver. From her entrance, an arrow was fired from the tree but before it could hit her the arrow was suddenly lit by fire dissolving within just a mere second. Surprised the man hiding within the trees again fire three more but his target wasn't her but the driver. The arrow cling when it was deflected by Ashalain's sword bulwarking the driver.

"Get inside for cover!" She exclaimed to him.

After saving his life the driver quickly went inside the wagon for cover. To see Akatosh leisurely sleeping. The old driver was confused.

"Chill old man," Akatosh said still lying.

"Aren't you going to help her?" A slight shaking tone the man usher.

He speculated that the monstrosity of her power and not to mention her anger could very well be enough to send those men begging for mercy or rather stepping at the front door of death itself. He could deal with them but a person to protect isn't just his style. Like I said he likes to do it alone even if the people would have deemed him.

"Aaaa… I don't know." He said as he rolled over to sight Ashalain facing the brigands.

"Whoopee here boys. I think we've got ourselves a fine young lass today." The bandit leader laughs.

"I think you just turn her fire to lava she was just about to surpass her anger from before. I think you should run don't want yourself burn to a hot crispy-ass chocolate if I were you." Akatosh shout at the brigands.

Ashalain's face suddenly turns sideways towards Akatosh hiding through the wagon showing half of his face. A striking eye she shows him as if relaying him a message. "If I'm done with these people your next!"

Averting his eyes to avoid contact with Ashalain, a fire develops to where she was standing. It was at this moment the brigands knew they're in a heap of trouble. As it was before cloaking the sword in the fire but this time the fire was different, this time it was in a rage. Enveloping herself with fire a gift from the god, sending fear of what those brigands are into.

Akatosh assumed she was about to vent her anger towards those men and who knew he might be next after them.