This torrential rain, falling in the heat of summer yet bitterly cold, seemed to foretell the unrest awaiting the Queen's Arrival party... Perhaps the party members could get along peacefully, but their respective guards certainly could not.
Having been taught a lesson by the Mage, the Chessentans naturally did not dare voice any grievances. Nor did they dare approach the female Undead again, and in the end, they chose to follow behind the male Undead.
Though there were fewer than three hundred people in the group, they somehow marched in a formation fit for several thousand.
This might also have had something to do with the guilty unease that arose in the Chessentans whenever they faced Elves... If people from any other human kingdom had treated them that way, those Chessentan Mages would have felt that even beating a dog required respect for its master and would certainly have shown their displeasure... Though there were many Undead, as long as there were no ninth-circle Mages among them, the gap between the two sides was not that great.
But these were Elves... When Elves saw Chessentans and merely splashed them with ice water rather than fighting or killing them, that was called restraint.
Thus, despite an unpleasant first meeting, everyone still set off together in harmony.
The atmosphere was just a little awkward.
Everyone's enthusiasm toward their new companions had temporarily been suppressed by cold reality. Perhaps only after they encountered some enemies and fought together once would they gradually grow closer.
In truth, everyone understood this. Encountering enemies was only a matter of time.
They were traveling through the forest now, so they could relax a little. Once they left Hidden Forest's sphere of control and entered the areas around Long Saddle Town and Neverwinter Forest, as long as they