Oleo

Moira and her group had slept through the night and figured they would resume their journey at dawn.

Their trip had been perilous, with monsters constantly slowing down their progress and wearing them out. They had exerted themselves more than they wanted to admit.

After a good night of rest and confirming their plan once again, they had left, ready to face whatever would come.

Their target was a village called Oleo, with no other information than its location. As a diplomatic mission, it was the riskiest there could be.

"My Lady, remember that you have to flee if we encounter trouble that cannot be overcome. This is of the utmost importance. Even if we've treated you as one of our own, it doesn't mean your status has changed. If anything were to happen to you, our names would be shamed and duties, failed"