The road to Farronhold was long. Very long.
What looked like a few manageable kilometers stretched into miles upon miles of uneven ground. The valley wound on endlessly, rising and falling in ways that played tricks on the eye. By midday, it was clear this wasn't a short march... It was a test of patience and vigilance.
They didn't rush... Which they could considering the kind of people they were. Apollonia set the pace, steady and deliberate.
"We could reach it in a day if we move at full strength," she said, glancing toward the distant hill. "But rushing into ruins is how people disappear. The enemy could be anywhere as we speak. It could even be false information. Anything is possible on Violet Missions, so take everything into account."
No one argued because they knew she was right.
They stopped twice on the first day, once to rest, and the other because they met the usual beasts of the forest.
