"Halt the convoy," Kaelus commanded.
The massive ironwood carriage rolled to a gentle, perfectly smooth stop.
Seraphina dropped her Imperial boat immediately.
Her dark eyes lit up like fireworks. "Break time! Are we going outside? Can I see the big horsey?"
"You may stretch your legs," Kaelus said, standing up.
He reached out, lifted her by the waist with one hand, and pushed the carriage door open with the other.
The moment the door swung wide, the absurdity of the Black Bastion's new normal was on full display.
The clearing was already swarming with activity, but it wasn't the usual grim, silent encampment of soldiers preparing for an ambush.
It looked more like a heavily armored picnic.
Sir Lucas was barking orders, not about perimeter defenses, but about ground conditions.
