The sun was in sight in the air, and the dawn time was there.
Draven sat up from the couch at his home, with Siana there and Friszta's, three of them. Siana had the weird feeling since the start of that all, and Friszta was just wondering what was happening. Draven was anxious but was also calming both of them. There was a goblet in the chair, and he poured the water from it in the cups, offered it to both of them, and they swallowed it in smaller gulps. He sighed and got out of the house from the door.
The sky was slightly blue, dark blue, and the night of tension was gone. He looked at the house of Stable owner, then to the stables itself. The Destrier neighed as it was being groomed, and there was still not the other one. He was confused and thought of entering the owner's house. He shook his head and thought better of it. If the owner had said it would arrive at the dawn, it would certainly arrive.
He sighed and went back inside his house to Siana and her scared daughter, and entered his chamber to the armoire and got his garments, woollen pants, tunics, and other apparels in his bag. He stuffed it inside the bag and went for the snatchel. He kept essential things inside it — knife and some coins to be cautious in some times. He attached the snatchel briefly to his bag. The snatchel was smaller than most, and he let out a sigh as he'd finished the adjustments.
He left the chamber and saw Siana sitting with her crossed legs and Friszta on the edge of the couch.
"There is still some time left. I mean, if you want to go to your house, do some adjustments for apparel or stuff and return here? Second, Destrier may already be arriving, and it will be groomed only in some time. It is a good opportunity for you to do that."
Siana nodded and called her daughter to follow her. "We'll be back in half an hour," she conformed to Draven.
Both Siana and Friszta left for their house, and Draven sat alone at his own house. He knew they may not need to go to the inn again. Siana had told him some things about her past at the Inn, and the Ulric's sudden disappearance on a casual day just increased his confusion.
He sat for some time and thought of going to Froelis to inquire about the horses.
He got up and left his house, led his foot towards the stable owner's house, and raised his hands to knock at the door. The house was narrow, and it was considered the best house in the hamlet, more than his, and he never wondered how. The man responded in a minute and opened the door for Draven to enter.
"I hope I'm not ruining your sleep?"
"No, no," Froelis denied quickly. "It's all right. It's my work, so these types of days are more than just obvious."
Draven nodded and walked to the couch, sat atop it, and looked at the Stables owner. "About the second horse, I want to ask, that if it's arrived yet?"
Froelis nodded quickly. "It has," he said. "Being groomed."
"Good," Draven said. "Thank you for your time, but what about the cost for two of them? If I want to buy them permanently?"
Froelis stood for a moment, then back to Draven's inquiry. "For two of them, a duo of golden coins."
Draven raised his brow and frowned. "A duo of golden coins?"
The owner nodded. "Yes."
Draven got the attached snatchel out of his bag and opened it up, saw how many coins he had, and then sighed.
"Will five silver ones work?"
"Unfortunately, no, Draven. However, if you don't have coins right now, you can delay the time of it and offer it in some days. Would that work? But I would want it, really. I never had any client who did not."
Draven looked at Froelis. "You mean specific time or anytime we like?"
"It's simply both. If you want to give me after ten days, a thumbs up from me. If twenty, thumbs up from me. But I would really want it in a month's time, Draven. I do that to every client, if you wonder."
Draven nodded and rose up to his feet. "Don't worry, I never break my promises, you know that too." Both smiled.
Siana saw Draven standing upright before the stables, with two groomed Destriers in there. She'd brought the bags stuffed with garments, some cheap ornaments, tunics, gowns, and a knife in the snatchel. Her daughter carried bags also, and two snatchels on each hand.
"Draven," Siana called. "Are they ready?"
Draven replied in a nod, then said. "Of course, they are."
She came beside him. "About the cost?"
"Don't worry about it. We still have days."
"Did you two agree on it?"
"He does that with every client."
Siana smiled. "Oh, it's like that."
The men at the stables got two of the destriers where those three stood. Additionally, they all mounted. They were large and were looking strong, too. Siana rode one Destrier and Draven the other. Friszta sat behind in Siana's Destrier.
"Where are we going?" Siana asked.
"To the port."
"Which one?"
"Barin port. Not so far away."
"What would we find there?"
"Froelis's son, who knows about which city to go for . . ." He leaned closer to Siana, then whispered, "Slaves."
"I get that," Siana said.
And three atop two of the destriers, galloped into them with great speed, and made their way to the Barin port.