The guards Bruce hired were the ones driving the carriage. William and Rebo didn't have to do any of that—they just relaxed inside the carriage the whole time.
Why? Well, Rebo was just a teenager, and they didn't want him handling the reins. As for William, he only had one arm at the moment.
For the first time, William felt like having just one arm actually gave him a bit of an advantage.
The roads across the kingdom were usually safe. Any serious kingdom would want its main roads secure—for travelers, soldiers, and of course, merchants like Bruce.
Bruce wasn't just there to make money. He was delivering goods to parts of the kingdom that might not have easy access otherwise. It was a win-win for everyone.
One night, they all sat around a campfire in front of a roadside tavern that Bruce had chosen to stop at. They enjoyed the night outdoors, drinking and eating around the warm, cozy fire.
"And what exactly are you two doing in the capital?" Bruce asked, looking at William.
