Stopping by a local provisioner near the bustling market square, Kai spent a few of his looted coins to buy a leather travel cloak, a sturdy water skin, and enough salted dried meat to last him a full week.
Packing everything carefully into a canvas rucksack, he slung the strap over his shoulder and left the noisy bazaar entirely behind him.
The guards standing near the northern gates were too busy chatting among themselves, barely giving him a second glance as he walked past the iron portcullis.
Stepping out of the relative safety of Kravengard felt like crossing an invisible boundary.
The packed dirt road stretched out ahead of him, winding its way through the rolling green hills before disappearing into the jagged, snow-capped mountains far in the distance.
The Whispering Pass awaited.
'Let us see what a vampire general actually looks like,' Kai thought, patting the cool steel of the Sword resting comfortably at his hip.
