Chapter 182 Patched-up Family

TESSARA

The ride into Elarith was quiet, but not an uncomfortable one. I leaned against the window, watching the scenery shift from the familiar routes of Vaelora into something softer and quieter. The streets here were narrower, the people a little more ordinary.

I had been here before—years ago, when my parents were still alive. They brought me to the markets sometimes, or to the festivals wher