An hour later, Hawk's caravan had finished preparing and officially set off from Creekwood Town.
The caravan moved slowly along the muddy road, its wheels crushing through potholes with a monotonous, heavy rumble.
Duke's cargo wagon had been arranged near the middle of the convoy, with an invisible vacuum forming around it.
After learning that this quiet young man was actually a powerful Level 1 Awakened, the ordinary hands and drivers looked at him with reverence.
They instinctively kept their distance from the wagon and even lowered their voices, afraid of disturbing such an important person.
Duke did not care about any of this. He rested with his eyes closed while Dark Eye remained alert around him.
He did not casually extend his mental power, lest other Awakened notice it.
Before he knew enough about Awakened, he needed to be as cautious as possible. There was a high chance that extending mental power could be sensed by other Awakened.
The wagon Duke rode in was rather crude, but it was already considered quite good within the caravan. At the very least, it was clean and tidy, far more comfortable than the other wagons.
He lay in the wagon, which had been laid with hay and blankets, observing the caravan through Dark Eye.
Two members of the caravan's guard stood out as particularly different.
They were the confidence Hawk's caravan relied upon to travel dangerous routes: two Apprentice Awakened.
One was built like an iron tower, named Bal. Beneath his rough leather armor, his muscles bulged. He carried a thick Tower Shield and a heavy battle axe on his back, like a silent giant bear.
The other was lean and agile, named Feyn. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and two sharp daggers hung at his waist. He moved