"We've should have acted quickly. Now, look at what it causes us." Says the man in gray clothing, a mage he is.

"Don't worry we have retrieved the evidence so there's no need to panic." A young man replies.

They were in an obscured chamber an underground cellar. The room was full of mischievous intent, anxious of themselves to hopes of what they can bargain. Yet one man stands the premises of them all, his eyes were closed not blind but rather disaffected by the world he sees. He was silent and waiting.

"Why is he not here?" The other person implored. There were seven of them sited to their designated chair though one was empty. It would seem they were waiting for that person to come but time already passes their patience.

"He had some other things to attend." The man who was silent finally make a word. "Our mission from that place is done, I've sent someone that will unearth what's had been lost from ours."

"But- -" Said the man in gray clothing.

"If you should've acted to your own accord rather than haggling with that man. Then I suggest having you in my line. So, what would it be?" Says the man with his eyes closed. He knows what the man in gray clothing had been unto.

"But enough of this, I will tend to that person who you highly think as an imminent threat." He continues.

After their cohesive meeting, they all used their magic to discreet themselves within the chamber, teleportation to say. But the man with his eyes closed didn't use any magic but rather went towards the only exit. From a few steps along the corridor, a messenger greets him.

"You know what to do." He said to the messenger, and quickly he dispatches.

"I've received a word from him" The man clads in chainmail ask the girl in maiden cloth.

"Hoo… and what word is it."

"Our new order is to overseer the one who- -" Before he could utter the girl interrupts him.

"Hoo… that thing, how boring. I don't like to meddle with weaklings. That drake is but a toy to me, I only fight with the strong people." She says gliding her fingers on the blades of a scythe as she smirks her psychotic intent.

"Indeed, you are powerful but, it's our order from him." The man replies.

The girl sigh. "Fine." She smiles.

A ray of light sheers through to his open window Akatosh was a chime from the morning sunlight. He tucks underneath the comfy warm pelt that comforts him from the breezing cold wind last night giving him a cozy balance. Then he heard a sound, someone from the other room had awoken and also made a slight incidental, bottles dropped clinging to each other.

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"My bad." A voice of a woman he heard but his sleepiness still boggles his mind.

Until such time that he finally regains the strength to overcome his lazy slumber. He yawns slowly fixing his things, lazily stuffing them all into his magic bag. "I really like this sheet-pelt. I think I have to buy some of these when I get back or." He says going through the exit.

As he descends the stairs few people occupy the place, there were less than a dozen tending to their breakfast and taking a belly full of mead. He ordered a portion of food and right away after finishing his meal he suddenly realizes the caravan. "Oh shit!" He says after finally finishing the last bit of grain. "I hope I'm not too late!" He continues dropping a few coins and hastily runs to the exit.

He opens the door to see them begin to resume their journey.

"You're awake. I was going to ask somebody to look for you, but you seem to be right on time." Says the man, the leader of the party.

"I thought you were all left me to dust but I'm glad to be on time" Akatosh reply.

"Oh… by the way, I didn't last catch your name," Akatosh ask.

"Names Lucas or everybody called me sir." He responds.

"I see, a knight I suppose,"

"Well then, shall we be off?"

"You don't have to ask me," Akatosh said as they both went towards the caravan.

Before they could continue their travels Akatosh ask the second wagon. He wants to be on the front seat where the driver was. "Excuse me, madam." He called. "Can I take a seat right next to you".

The woman in her thirties then said, "Oh… it's okay darling, you can climb aboard. There's no need for an excuse."

"I see… I'll be in your care then." Akatosh reply.

As they cross the bridge, Akatosh couldn't help but Awe the beautiful open scene. The bridge expands with tremendous measure a half-mile he assumes. The width was wide no more than thirty meters. Yet the best that feeds his eyes was the astonishing beauty of a canyon. Through north, he can see quite a few waterfalls step by step the falls pour down the bottom of the cliff. And from below, the serein stream creates flourishing vegetation adding its sightlines. A group of clouds descends at the north murky the incoming morning sunlight. Blissfully the wind gently rams Akatosh's skin.

Different kinds of birds fly through the air. And he couldn't help but stand just to sight a beauty.

The driver giggles as Akatosh couldn't get enough of himself. "This is what truly means to be a traveler." He says wondering the place.

The bridge was old, bricks are missing, and crumbling stones. Still even as it is old the bridge adds to its beauty with nature.

He never felt this nostalgic before, he was dead silent just admiring the vast canyon. After crossing half of the bridge, Akatosh finally laid down silent by what he saw.

"It's a truly marvelous sight isn't it." The woman says.

"Y-yeah… it's more than I can take." Akatosh reply.

She softly giggles. "This must be your first time."

"It is."

"So, where are you heading."

"Through Dragons Lake."

"Oh…" She was shocked and ends that topic.

"Rarely I've seen a woman driving a wagon for a long travel," Akatosh said changing their conversation.

"My husband is in Mavigrid, so I tend to be the one helping him with his chores."

"You mean"

"Yes, he's but a merchant but I do like to travel like this."

"I see… some passion is still lingering. Your husband must be so kind to let you off to your things."

"Indeed, by the way, you can visit us when you have the time." She said giving Akatosh some sort of a card.

"I'll see through when my work is done." He said.

As the horse touches the end of the bridge Akatosh swayed his head going for a final look.

"Don't worry we can also return back." She smiles.

"Haha… well, this is how first-timer is," Akatosh responds.