Feels Like A Picnic

The golden hues of the rising sun painted the horizon as the representatives of the Eastern Shirefort Continent gathered outside the grand building where they had stayed the night. The crisp morning air carried the scent of dew-covered grass, and the faint sound of birds chirping added a serene backdrop to the moment.

Elder White Fang, Lord Terrace, Lord Acheon, and Lord Leah stood by their carriage, their expressions a mix of calm and readiness. General Saph was already there, dressed in full armor, his posture straight and professional as he awaited their departure.

"Well, it seems your time here has come to an end," General Saph said, his tone respectful. "I trust the Emperor's hospitality was sufficient."

"It was," Elder White Fang replied, his voice steady but polite. "Though our focus remains on the mission, not comfort."