The young groom's face was a picture of candor as he responded to Limon's query. "Don't you have parents and children to take care of? This mission will take a long time, and there's no telling when you'll be back."
With a warm smile, he said, "I won't deceive you, Knight. I'm the least accomplished in my family. Even without me, my brother can manage the care of my mother and younger siblings without issue. As long as the absence isn't half a year or a year, things will be fine."
Limon regarded him with a hint of amusement. "You're quite honest."
As Limon stepped onto the carriage, it shuddered beneath his weight, the iron wheels emitting a protesting "creaking" sound. The young groom couldn't help but be astounded at the sheer mass of the equipment Limon carried.
"Sir, have a seat. Let's be on our way," the groom said, taking up the reins and snapping them. The two hulking barbarian bulls began to plod forward, and the carriage lurched into motion with a chorus of creaks.
