Moonlight
The morning sun dipped lower and lower toward the horizon. Its light turned reddish, and the afternoon glow gently caressed the incredible landscape that accompanied the guild mates' journey.
Finally, after many miles travelled in total solitude, the dirt road began to populate: carriages coming from the east coast or who knows where converged towards the great capital of Tentochu.
Merchants and travellers of all kinds rushed in every direction, knowing they had to reach their destination before darkness fell. Although many of them looked like tamers, the areas in between the Crimson Lotus camps were not a good place to spend the night.
The constant thought of Ryutaro's possible arrest haunted Yoichi, who couldn't stop thinking about it. If the gatekeeper hadn't rushed to their rescue, he and his companions would probably never have made it out of the Blackvault Mines.