The restaurant should be nearby.
The carriage advanced along the irregular path that bordered the new territorial division. Wei could see Goldcrest patrols marching on the other side of the improvised frontier. Their black and golden uniforms gleamed in the sunlight, and their beasts prowled at their sides, a deliberate display of power meant to intimidate those crossing over.
"I hope there won't be problems crossing, or I'll…" he commented, more to himself than to his companions. His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the windowsill.
Lin, seated across from him, decided to ease his tension. "Push the guards aside? Did you work up an appetite for kicking backsides after winning the tournament again? Or is the visit making you "angry nervous"?"
"I'm not nervous," Ren replied, though the mushrooms in his hair pulsed with a rhythm that suggested otherwise. "Just... thoughtful."
