Portable Bank
"I'll see you in Ambershire. Remember, Sleepy Owl Tavern. Enatsu knows where it is" - those were the last words spoken by Yoichi before prodding Ichiro with the heels of his boots.
The young tamer rode away from the Dojo, still unable to believe that he had taken such a radical decision. His and Shioko's eyes met one last time before he crossed the threshold and passed the white walls that enclosed that holy place.
The weight on Ichiro's back was perfectly balanced, and the saddle provided stability to the load. The amphora, which was undoubtedly the most fragile object, was wedged between two heavy tomes so that it would always remain straight and would not risk dispersing the Tear of Therion.
The streets of Goldhaven were still crowded: blacksmiths and artisans were starting to close their shops, and people of all kinds and ages seemed to be still busy, walking from one side to the other.