The trip to the capital took the company sized group about the quarter of the day. It wasn't a short period, but it did feel rather long. The trip was rather uneventful, and as Brennan led them closer and closer to the capital, they felt a sort of hidden mental pressure that prolonged every second.
"It looks like it might rain…" Someone commented looking at the gray clouds in the sky. This was the biggest threat thus far, what if someone caught a cold?
That someone might catching a cold being the worst that could happen was a good thing and proved there was still hope for humanity. No one stupid enough to want to fight against a king protected by over a hundred individuals existed.