The fourth day in Rakhshan was one of those rare, quiet moments when the bustle of the town faded into the background. The sounds of the market, the chatter of vendors, and the distant hum of life blended into a soft murmur as Alaric wandered the streets with Kara, his personal maid. The world around them seemed to slow as they moved, the rhythm of their steps in sync.
Kara's presence was a constant, a grounding force that seemed to soothe the restless stirrings in Alaric's mind.
Her calm, quiet strength had a way of putting him at ease, a welcome contrast to the uncertainty and pressure that had weighed on him over the past few days.
Kara walked a step behind him, her posture poised yet relaxed, as if she were part of the flow of the town itself.