As usual, the carriage rolled on its wheels to the war Albion's party had yet to see. A war where the opponents were slime. Weak, jeleton-like creatures. To say it was confusing how people could have difficulty with slimes was an understatement, but regardless of getting paid or not, Albion was going to help Penelope's party. It was the least he could do since he might have ignored the cause of the incident the entire time. Making it his responsibility to fix it.
However, instead of being inside the carriage, right now Albion was outside the carriage. Letting Opal stretch her legs. Walking alongside the carriages as no horse even enhanced with magic could outpace him. Going at a pace fast beside Tura as they got closer to a town. One they could see far into the distance. Opal was prancing about as she enjoyed being outside of the carriage. Even doing spins in the air floating in a blue glow.