This time, Steve was able to join a full caravan. There was always protection in numbers, and they'd be OK with a six-wagon procession. It would be a two-day journey back to the capital, two days dealing with talkative merchants and other inquisitive guards. Steve spun a backstory in case of campfire chatter. With all things accounted for, they set off. The village slowly faded into the darkness of the night.

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  Steve and Ryland rode the caravan to the capital and nothing happened.