"No reason." The man thanked his good star and flicked the reins, prompting the horses to a brisk trot.
As he had anticipated, there wasn't much to see. The streets of Amrok bustled with stagecoaches, people, and carriages filled with goods. Kamila could rarely get a glimpse of buildings and shop windows past the crowd.
"I've never seen so many people even in Valeron!" She said in disbelief. "Did we come at the wrong time of the year?"
'She's been to Valeron? I'd better use a soft approach with rich clients.' The coachman thought.
"This is nothing, milady. Winter is off-season. If you came to Amrok during spring or summer, it would have been much worse." He actually said. "Any chance I'm spoiling your surprise for your lady, milord?"
"No. We are already here." Lith shrugged. "It was only a matter of time until she discovered the truth."
"The truth about what?" Solus asked.
